Maria. The Hairdresser That Got Bleach Thrown In One Of Her Faces.

Okay so along with Cindy comes Maria, her very best friend, who happens to be a hairdresser looking for a job. Why oh why me?
Maria actually does a pretty decent job as a hairdresser except she never stops talking the entire time. Seriously, for an entire hour the girl can talk about herself without stopping for a breath. LOUDLY too. Sadly a fact that I learned only after hiring her.
About three months into the job, and endless stories that we were all forced to listen to, Maria comes to work and tells everyone a new story. She has a stalker. This is a thug looking guy that she brings into the salon for a haircut. She does this in order to "get all his contact info". She also gives him her cell phone number. Hmmmmm???? If it walks like a duck, and it quacks like a duck......
I am not really sure about the real deal here...All I know is that I was returning home from a fab vacation...and on the very evening that my plane lands I get picked up from the airport and told, "Maria stepped out of the salon door and her stalker threw bleach in her face." BAM!  Salons all over the city are talking about the "poor hairdresser that got bleach thrown in her face" Nice PR huh?  There goes my peaceful state of mind.
On top of it all the police, firetrucks and ambulance are at  my business door, while a bride awaits the final touches that Maira is meant to do on her hair.
Yep....all this crazy right in the middle of someone's wedding day. 
Maria is running around screaming about her eye, (which was really just fine all along)  and jumping into the spa shower to flush it out...the bride patiently awaits her finishing touches,the sirens are all flashing and the crowds are gathering.
In the end Maria quits...and get this is now SUING me. Yep, you read that right. She is getting  her lawyer aunt, the one that she can't stand and constantly talks about behind her back to come after me.
I guess her stalker did not realize she had two faces. I  didn't either, cause for all the help and hospitality that my family extended towards her all we got in return was bad PR and a frivolous law suit threat.
Lessons Learned: Bleach thrown in one face causes the other face to be shown in the light of day. A little bleach in the eye does not cuase one to see things any clearer. Birds of a feather definetly flock together. Thanks Cindy.

CC SKYE Showed Me Her True Colors.

Cindy is a big blogger and self appointed fashion expert. Even though she only ever wears one style of dresses (loose) and HATES tee shirts. What kind of fashion expert hates tee shirts??? They are a fashion B-A-S-I-C for fucks sake. Hello. Plus, she is all of four feet high and wears her hair three and a half feet long. Yuck!
She does however work in the industry and she does know a fair amount of people.
When she wondered into my salon and offered to help me out with my social media needs just cause she "loves helping people" I should have known it was to good to be true. After all nothing worth anything is for free!

Turns out I was right.

After knowing Cindy for a few months...and picking up more than a few tabs while out with her, I finally got a glimpse of the real-deal rather than the representative.
You see I struck a deal with her one day at a huge ware house sale. I would buy her a CC Skye bag and in return she would send six girls to my business...well actually to my brothers personal training business. He was the one paying for the CC bag. If she did not have six girls signed up and paid in full...a $99 special, so we are not talking any break-the-bank price tags here, then she would have to pay back the money for the bag. She had one month to use her savvy PR skills to complete this task.

Fast forward to ninety days later....
She has failed miserably. With all her influence she has not registered one single girl and we are still waiting for the money for the bag. While she cries poor and claims broke and is now a victim of me..behind my back, (so she thinks) she tweets about her day long LA shopping excursions...

In the end I learned a very valuable lesson. Friends don't let friends buy CC Skye bags for payment in advance. In fact don't pay in advance. There are still six slots open in my brothers class. And I learned that her true colors were not the shade of true friendship. Ouch!

The Inspiration....

I was sitting in the kitchen this morning talking with my little sister about a series of bizarre and unbelievable events that have taken place recently...
My sister and I own a salon and spa...I'm hair...she's everything else. We were talking about some of the stuff that the people we know, or ex-employees have tried to pull on us...now don't get me wrong we have a major aversion to victim hood...but damn some people are just incredibly stupid....
We were shaking our heads in amazement at the latest drama, (I'll get to that in a moment), when my sister Summer said, " Lilly, you should write about this. I mean this is the shit people pay to see in the movies...really people will laugh out loud at these stories...and the characters will recognize themselves ( ha- ha, gotta love that...) and it's a way for you to have an outlet...release some of this crazy."

Low and behold that is how this blog was born....so where do I start....

A little background. Our entire family works together in this spectacular industry. And we consider it a privilege. Seriously, I mean entire family. There is mother, father,son,daughter, brother, sister, aunt, uncle,and an occasional niece...really.

You'd think we're the team that brings the drama but I promise you it's not us...well not usually.

The drama comes from some of the crazy shit people do....I mean you really do have to be careful out there or you just might catch crazy.