I’m taking (as in, already started) a course in…pause, heart jump…
I know it sounds a bit facetious. I know. But it’s not. I love hair. I love make up. I love skin stuff. I love manicures.
Working as a corporate bitch for the last two years has meant that my personal maintenance has meant a huge salon bill every month. I know where all the best treatments are, I know what massages are used for what ailment, I know what is needed to look like a million dollars.
I want to know it from the other side. And when I do, after my UK certified course is completed, I’m gonna freelance my ass off, while working in some upscale swanky salon or as a personal beauty consultant or in some corporate setting (haha NOT) to deal with the beauty industry, or, or, or….
Yeah. I’m gonna work and save and I’m going to open my own spa. It’s gonna be great. I’m so excited I can hardly contain myself. I’ve found an excellent course with qualified instructors, and I’ve finished my first week. I’ve got theory, demonstrations and practicals to get through with a vengeance. I’m loving it.
OMG, I know what NEXT!