hair cutting

I got the most ridiculous letter in the mail on Monday. The author was a doctor whose care I came under last summer (2008, to be clear). She said she hoped the letter found me well. She informed me that due to 60 days of inactivity, she was closing my file. At first I was dismissive, ridiculing the correspondence because I'd actually been inactive for over 6 months and the bitch was LATE. But, the more I made fun of it, the more I thought about what it meant. My file was closed. It was CLOSED. And that stupid piece of paper morphed into a certificate of accomplishment.

I'm not a licensed hair person. At one point I thought I wanted to become one, but that didn't pan out. Not to go on a rant about Aveda, but having my product sales numbers read out loud to the class wasn't the kind of beauty school for which I thought I'd signed up. Nope. I did sales at The Container Store. Hell, I taught people how to sell at The Container Store. Why the eff would I want to be Aveda's product pushing corporate pawn when all I wanted to do was learn how to cut hair really, really well?

Some people pay me cash, while others reciprocate with cookies or meals or beverage. I don't insist on being compensated for my time, because cutting hair is a hobby for me. It's like knitting a hat and then giving it to a friend because you know it will look amazing on them.

My love of cutting hair led me to beauty school at one point, but I quit after I won a school-wide contest for cut and color.