Dangers Of The Job Hunt.....

For anyone that actually reads my blog(insert sound of crickets chirping in the silence)you may have noticed I haven't posted anything in months. Well the economy sucks, my spa sucks, and my paycheck sucks so I've decided it's time to look for greener pastures. I don't know how it is around the rest of our great USofA but in Nashville,TN spa jobs are few and far and estheticians are plentiful and thick...err or something like that. So I've been stalking Craigslist for months when lo and behold last week I found an opening and contacted the spa begging, I mean asking if they were still hiring. To my delight she answered that they were indeed still taking resumes. So in I go for the first interview, which I nailed. See mom, lying does get you ahead in the world. The next day I got a call back for a second, practical interview. For you non-esthy's out there a practical interview is basically a facial, you normally give one to either the owner or manager or an employee of the spa. I got there early to set up and was notified that the room was in use at the moment but they'd come get me when it was available. No problem, I sit back in the plush chair and crack open the Allure magazine, waiting. And waiting and waiting and did I mention waiting? Finally she shows me back to the facial room and I'm in awe of how lovely it is. The room was gorgeous but the set up was horrid, there wasn't any cotton, cotton rounds, esthetic wipes, alcohol, bowls, massage cream, brushes;basically they put me in a pretty room without anything I needed to perform a facial. Luckily, my rigorous girl scout training had taught me to always be prepared so I'd thought to bring a brush, massage cream, and three premade cotton pads or I'd been screwed. So after my initial panic I calmed down and started setting up for the facial(performed on an employee). I wheeled the stand alone steamer over to the bed and started to put water in it when I noticed it was broken...OK no steam. I hobbled the poor stand alone light over so that I could use it and noticed how rickety it was(we'll get back to that later). I found a bowl the size of a the Trevi Fountain to fill with hot water and prayed to the gods of good skin to see me through this farce. One last look around and I retrieved my client from the waiting area did my spiel and left the room for her to get undressed, upon coming back into the room I heard this horrid squeal and screech followed by spa music; again squeal and screech followed by spa music. It's the crappy little CD player they've put in the room for my use, sounds like it's throwing up music. Oh, well what can I do? I ask the client questions, give her a quick cleanse and then pull the light over to take a look at her skin. I had noticed upon initial inspection of said light it was rickety and hard to maneuver so I gently adjusted it to swing it over her face when I heard a snap and realized I was holding the top of the light about midways down but the base was still sitting on the floor. So the whole time I'm giving this girls analysis I'm trying my damnedest to put the pieces of this crappy light back together again without loosing my cool. Finally I give up and lay the damn thing in the floor...she can't see it anyway, and continue on with the facial. I dip into the Trevi fountain of a bowl and realize the water has gotten cold since I poured it oh well, gotta be out of here in an hour. One cold facial coming up. I've never used the product this spa carries so I prayed as slapped product on her face that I wasn't going to kill the poor girl and mustered through probably the worst facial I've ever given. We finished and I thanked her for coming in for a facial then went back into the room and started laughing hysterically. Don't think I'll be getting that job. I should have thrown a coin in that damn Trevi Fountain of a bowl, that way I know I'd be coming back to that room. Anyone need a slightly sarcastic esthetician looking for greener pastures...mmoooooo....Estheticians Unite!!