If you’re unemployed and you know it, clap your hands

I don’t even know where to begin or how to feel. I don’t even know that I should write about this because keeping this blog fun and lighthearted was the number one goal. Sorry Danielle, I’m here to ruin that.

I’m out a job. But not out a job. Displaced. My job is being forced to relocate. A job I’ve had for close to a decade.

Back when I started my job I was a little unsure of how I would do at a mens salon. I was intimidated. A lot of these men were ‘big shots’, they ran companies and headed up whole departments. My life would seem so frivolous to them. The girls working at my new job were all good friends. They were all beautiful. Everyone from the clients to the employees looked to me like pictures in a book. Perfect. It would only be a while until they realized that I’m a mess and I don’t belong.

It took only a short while until it felt like home. The girls that intimidated me so much turned out to be nice. Nice girls? what a novelty. The guys became my buds… the best part of work. Laid back, fun, and they didn’t tie all their self-worth into their hair (sorry ladies you know we do this). Everyday I came to work and chilled with my dudes… it was and IS fantastic. My job is to hang out. I get paid to have fun.

The coworkers and I, circa 2010

Well, all good things come to an end. While I’m not sure this is exactly where I part ways with my job, it is time to part ways with my job as I know it. Our prime location downtown on the skyway is done. Our building is sold. I don’t know if I should laugh or cry. I should be extremely grateful, the timing could not be better. I’m working part time due to the crazy life that is twin toddlers. The moment I found out it was twins I knew I would be cutting back. Technically I have my ‘dream job’ of a stay at home parent. The only answer I knew for certain when people would ask ‘what do you want to be when you grow up?’ was always ‘a mom’. I never found my focus in college, flailing around helpless and confused… never really finding my stride. I landed on hair as a backup plan and a break from college. I surprised myself by sticking to it.

So here I am as a mostly stay at home mom who used to threaten (to myself of course cause I don’t have much in the lady-balls department) to quit whenever things at work didn’t go smoothly. I’ll admit I didn’t appreciate what I had. Plus the thought of never going to work again is terrifying. Momming is a thankless job. Instead of handshakes I get hair pulls, I make up dialog for toys instead of having real conversations, and I never quite please everyone. Going to work reaffirmed that I have qualities other than dishwashing and being a referee during tantrums.

And now here I am.. at 32 facing the scary thought of never going to work again. And thats where the story ends. I don’t have answers. I don’t know where my job will be relocated to. My clients ask me and all I can do is crack jokes about the uncertainty. Today is a stay at home mom day, but tomorrow I will get up, actually style my hair, and go to work. I just don’t know that I’ll be doing the same come spring.



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