Sometimes, when all is well, the only thing that can go wrong, is you.
Kthanxbye
~Nikki
Thursday, April 28, 2011
Thursday, March 17, 2011
Tequila aka Te-killa
I want to know why so many stupid things are illegal, and alcohol is not. After the night I had last night, I wish that alcohol especially my new bff tequila, were not so accessible. I spent too much money on something that made me happy for 3 hours, but made me wakeup still in the same getup as the night before, with only one shoe half on my foot, and feeling like someone or something kicked the complete and utter shit out of me.
I'm not one to sip wine, or to socially mingle with a cocktail or two. I drink strictly to get drunk, otherwise alcohol is just a waste of calories for me. Because of this, I'm probably going to just stop drinking all together...because how I feel today, makes me want to blowup every liquor store I see, and smash the bottles at every bar I know of....and sleep for 7 days straight. While I am still young, I've been there and done that already, and quite frankly...I feel too old for this shit.
So as far as today goes, I give a big fat Booooooooooo to booz.
Happy 'effing St. Pattys Day.
Blegh, gross.
Kthanxbye
~Nikki
I'm not one to sip wine, or to socially mingle with a cocktail or two. I drink strictly to get drunk, otherwise alcohol is just a waste of calories for me. Because of this, I'm probably going to just stop drinking all together...because how I feel today, makes me want to blowup every liquor store I see, and smash the bottles at every bar I know of....and sleep for 7 days straight. While I am still young, I've been there and done that already, and quite frankly...I feel too old for this shit.
So as far as today goes, I give a big fat Booooooooooo to booz.
Happy 'effing St. Pattys Day.
Blegh, gross.
Kthanxbye
~Nikki
Monday, March 7, 2011
Lack of People Skills
I can't fully understand people and their thought process sometimes. Quite frankly, don't ask me what I think about something, if you are just going to shoot down my opinion and try to justify your stupidity with only MORE stupidity, then you're best bet is to just take a seat and shut the hell up.
As some people in and out of my life throughout the past and current, while i think most of you are complete and utter dingdongs, I have learned a lot from you all. And that is to never let myself become as delusional and self absorbed and you. And because of that, I will continue on my merry way with a thick skin, and intend on owning and running a very successful business, not just salon, but a BUSINESS. My industry is more than painting hair with fun colors, and playing with scissors, it's about channeling that inner creativity that most people are too scared to allow the public to see. It takes knowledge, patience, bravery, and structure to be a great hairdresser. Having experience is a fantastic thing in this industry...BUT...25 years as a licensed hair dresser, does need mean you've been doing 25 years of good hair. When i talk to hairdressers who throw out the "Well I've been doing this for 3478765 years"....then show me you've been doing it that long. If you've been a hairdresser for 20+ years, and you're going to play that card whenever someone questions you, then your work better show 20+ years. You cant play the "experience" card, when you've done NOTHING or don't care enough, with that 20+ years, therefor....as I said above, take a seat and shut the hell up. While don't get me wrong, I have an absolute blast doing what I do, but I take my profession very serious.
Over the passed few days, I'm starting to analyze different hairdressers, anywhere from online to day to day in the salon. And I can honestly say, I'm offended. Get serious or get out. A salon is a team, and if 10% of that team is goofing off, not caring, then eventually that 10% of people will sour your salon. Remember, all it takes is 1 unhappy customer, to walk out and spread the word to 467853367 potential clients, who you and your team will never get to meet. Pick out the bad apples, and move on...
...if one of those bad apples is your boss, then maybe it's time for you to move on...
.....ohhhhhhhhh my life.
Kthanxbye
<3 Nikki
As some people in and out of my life throughout the past and current, while i think most of you are complete and utter dingdongs, I have learned a lot from you all. And that is to never let myself become as delusional and self absorbed and you. And because of that, I will continue on my merry way with a thick skin, and intend on owning and running a very successful business, not just salon, but a BUSINESS. My industry is more than painting hair with fun colors, and playing with scissors, it's about channeling that inner creativity that most people are too scared to allow the public to see. It takes knowledge, patience, bravery, and structure to be a great hairdresser. Having experience is a fantastic thing in this industry...BUT...25 years as a licensed hair dresser, does need mean you've been doing 25 years of good hair. When i talk to hairdressers who throw out the "Well I've been doing this for 3478765 years"....then show me you've been doing it that long. If you've been a hairdresser for 20+ years, and you're going to play that card whenever someone questions you, then your work better show 20+ years. You cant play the "experience" card, when you've done NOTHING or don't care enough, with that 20+ years, therefor....as I said above, take a seat and shut the hell up. While don't get me wrong, I have an absolute blast doing what I do, but I take my profession very serious.
Over the passed few days, I'm starting to analyze different hairdressers, anywhere from online to day to day in the salon. And I can honestly say, I'm offended. Get serious or get out. A salon is a team, and if 10% of that team is goofing off, not caring, then eventually that 10% of people will sour your salon. Remember, all it takes is 1 unhappy customer, to walk out and spread the word to 467853367 potential clients, who you and your team will never get to meet. Pick out the bad apples, and move on...
...if one of those bad apples is your boss, then maybe it's time for you to move on...
.....ohhhhhhhhh my life.
Kthanxbye
<3 Nikki
All This & More...
I've come to realize one thing, while yes its absolutely fantastic that I'm getting increasingly busy, it is not fantastic to be pulled in 443574384786574385million directions in a 24hr time period. While I handle stress and responsibility very well, I dont handle other peoples stress and responsibilities on top of my own very well, it makes me flustered, and starts to throw off my pre-planned "flow" of getting through the day. And when that happens, it becomes a constant inflow of bad things, and everything going wrong.
SO...lets make a deal. If you need your hair done immediately...chances are you need to come to the salon. If you need to get it done, but are in no rush, then you need to wait for an opening outside of the salon. While i try my best to make sure everybody is happy....I do have a lot on my plate in general, let alone driving myself nuts to squeeze you in in between appointments at the salon, and outside, which pretty much leaves me 5-10min. to get from one place to another, without stopping for a moment to breathe or even take a pee.
Oh and PS. I learned one thing recently, chivalry is dead. Real men do not exist anymore. Thanks to the burn your bra, stop shaving, hippy/grizzly bitches and their goddamn feminist act, you ruined everything. While some things we can do now are cool, sometimes I like it when a man is a man and a woman is a woman. Thank you idiots for making the males of our generation completely and utterly lazy and unreliable. Atleast we cooked and cleaned back in the day, guys can't even take a shit without a wetwipe and someone to hold their hand anymore. Wah.
Kthanxbye!
SO...lets make a deal. If you need your hair done immediately...chances are you need to come to the salon. If you need to get it done, but are in no rush, then you need to wait for an opening outside of the salon. While i try my best to make sure everybody is happy....I do have a lot on my plate in general, let alone driving myself nuts to squeeze you in in between appointments at the salon, and outside, which pretty much leaves me 5-10min. to get from one place to another, without stopping for a moment to breathe or even take a pee.
Oh and PS. I learned one thing recently, chivalry is dead. Real men do not exist anymore. Thanks to the burn your bra, stop shaving, hippy/grizzly bitches and their goddamn feminist act, you ruined everything. While some things we can do now are cool, sometimes I like it when a man is a man and a woman is a woman. Thank you idiots for making the males of our generation completely and utterly lazy and unreliable. Atleast we cooked and cleaned back in the day, guys can't even take a shit without a wetwipe and someone to hold their hand anymore. Wah.
Kthanxbye!
Sunday, February 6, 2011
It's Not Really About The Hair....
So I just finished reading Tabatha Coffey's Memoir "It's Not Really About the Hair". I loved, and thoroughly enjoyed every second of reading that book. She brought to life the passion and reality of the hair industry, proving it's more than just playing with scissors. As well as she touched based on many points of her own personal life, many parts humorous, many moving, and many inspiring. And quite frankly...she makes me feel a hell of a lot better about my trucker mouth, seeing as the f-bomb is used as frequently as the word "the" in her vocabulary. So thank you for making that Okay....hahaha.
Here's the introduction to the book. I feel a little bit better about the fact that her and I would get along just great, after reading this...rather than her walking into the salon I work at and being like "HEY! YOU BLOODY SUCK YOU LITTLE TWIT!" Good to know being a bitch is a good thing, I was starting to second guess myself.
Introduction
The Inner Bitch From the very start, my life was unconventional. I mean, how else would you describe a childhood spent in the strip clubs that my parents ran in Adelaide, Australia, finding friendship and a sense of normality in the offbeat company of flamboyant drag queens?
The kids at school ridiculed me for being different, and I was different—I didn’t think like them, I didn’t act like them, and being the fat kid, I also didn’t look like them. What’s more, I actually viewed being different as a positive attribute more than a problem. If I was a round peg and the hole was square, well, then others would need to change the hole to accommodate me, because I sure as hell wasn’t going to accommodate them.
Although my life in the clubs was full of fantasy and glamour, it was also punctuated by Dad’s alcohol-fueled mood swings, and was completely turned upside down when he suddenly disappeared and left my family with no money. Watching my mother pick up the pieces and keep us going taught me that in order to survive, you must take responsibility for your own actions and never trust anyone more than you trust yourself. That’s why at a really young age I focused on my own passion and pursued a career as a hairdresser. Following the lead of the transvestite performers in my parents’ clubs, I wanted to create looks that expressed how people felt inside rather than how others perceived them or wanted them to be. Authenticity is—and always has been—the key to who I am and who I want to include in my life.
Making my way up the industry ladder required plenty of determination and hard work, and by the time I launched my own salon, I knew how to make tough choices that weren’t always popular with everyone else. Driven to be the best hairstylist and businesswoman that I could be, I always made it a point to say what I needed to say in order to accomplish what I needed to accomplish. Anyone who has worked with me knows that I don’t suffer fools easily and that I won’t hesitate to speak my mind. The irony of people’s reaction to my candor is that I just say what most people want to say but don’t have the balls to say. I tell the truth.
If, along the way, I’ve been called a bitch for being honest, I haven’t taken this personally. I developed a thick skin very early in life. Being raised in strip clubs made me comfortable with who I am and open to the choices that other people make for themselves. So when television viewers who saw me on Bravo’s Shear Genius or on Tabatha’s Salon Takeover called me a bitch for my forthright manner, I had to find a way to incorporate this perception into a further understanding of myself. I have always strived to be myself in front of the cameras and to be honest about what I thought of other people. As a result, bloggers made assertions such as “Tabatha’s an amazing stylist but a total bitch,” or “She’s a great hairdresser even though she’s really ugly.”
I suppose it’s easy to call someone ugly and hit below the belt when you can hide behind a computer screen all day, or when anonymously outdoing other bloggers’ venomous remarks is your vocation. I bet none of those bloggers would have had the balls to actually spout their nonsense to my face, especially since their chatter was based on nothing. If they could recognize my talent, why did it matter how I looked? No matter what I say, I say it to your face. If that makes me a bitch, so be it.
But, what was I supposed to do? Sit at home and wallow in self-pity while eating chocolate bars? Not bloody likely. Having never let anyone else define me before, I wasn’t about to start now, and I certainly wasn’t going to obsess over the insults of a few self-appointed critics. Instead of giving their bullshit comments any validity, I dusted myself off and decided to take back the word “bitch.” Why should a bunch of damned bloggers get to define me as a bitch? I decided to define myself. So I reclaimed the word “BITCH” as someone who is Brave, Intelligent, Tenacious, Creative, and Honest. And because I am all of these things, I now proudly own the title… Bravery—Mine is derived from being a risk taker, personally and professionally, and from always being willing to face my demons head-on. Intelligence—I’m no idiot. Despite having left school early to pursue my career, I’m well read, well traveled, street savvy, and I’m a successful businesswoman with a strong gut instinct. What’s more, unlike many women who don’t want to appear intimidating, I never downplay my intelligence. I believe women can be both smart and beautiful. Tenacity—If I’m really passionate about something, I never give up. I’m like a pit bull with a bone. I have always battled for what I want and what I believe in, and if I have to dig deeper for the energy to keep going, then that’s what I do to achieve my goals. Creativity—If I didn’t have this quality, I certainly wouldn’t be writing this book! I thoroughly enjoy expressing my creativ- ity in all aspects of life, whether I’m experimenting with a new haircut, sporting a new couture outfit, or adapting to a new challenge. Creativity keeps me engaged and makes my life that much more interesting while I am coping with whatever comes my way. Honesty—I think I’ve already covered that, haven’t I? It is the key trait that makes people perceive a woman as a bitch—it intimidates people and rubs them the wrong way. Although this reaction is often due to sexism, women are more than capable of being intimidated, too. For me, honesty is saying what I think to the people around me, but it’s also about being honest with myself. If I can’t do that, then I can’t be honest with anyone.
The more I thought about my own positive spin on the term “bitch,” the more I realized that, on some level, everyone would like to be a little braver, or exercise a little more intelligence, or be a little more creative, or tenacious or honest. The truth is, all of us, women and men, have an inner bitch. We just have to choose how much of it to let out and when.
As soon as I embraced my own inner bitch, I felt more comfortable with myself. Owning it actually made me feel empowered, and that’s what this book is about: self-empowerment and how it’s all right to be who you are, stand up for what you believe in, and do what makes you happy without being defined by other people.
This woman is a genius, and master of her art. And whether you agree with her thought process or not, respect her as a stylist.
kthanxbye
~Nikki
Here's the introduction to the book. I feel a little bit better about the fact that her and I would get along just great, after reading this...rather than her walking into the salon I work at and being like "HEY! YOU BLOODY SUCK YOU LITTLE TWIT!" Good to know being a bitch is a good thing, I was starting to second guess myself.
Introduction
The Inner Bitch From the very start, my life was unconventional. I mean, how else would you describe a childhood spent in the strip clubs that my parents ran in Adelaide, Australia, finding friendship and a sense of normality in the offbeat company of flamboyant drag queens?
The kids at school ridiculed me for being different, and I was different—I didn’t think like them, I didn’t act like them, and being the fat kid, I also didn’t look like them. What’s more, I actually viewed being different as a positive attribute more than a problem. If I was a round peg and the hole was square, well, then others would need to change the hole to accommodate me, because I sure as hell wasn’t going to accommodate them.
Although my life in the clubs was full of fantasy and glamour, it was also punctuated by Dad’s alcohol-fueled mood swings, and was completely turned upside down when he suddenly disappeared and left my family with no money. Watching my mother pick up the pieces and keep us going taught me that in order to survive, you must take responsibility for your own actions and never trust anyone more than you trust yourself. That’s why at a really young age I focused on my own passion and pursued a career as a hairdresser. Following the lead of the transvestite performers in my parents’ clubs, I wanted to create looks that expressed how people felt inside rather than how others perceived them or wanted them to be. Authenticity is—and always has been—the key to who I am and who I want to include in my life.
Making my way up the industry ladder required plenty of determination and hard work, and by the time I launched my own salon, I knew how to make tough choices that weren’t always popular with everyone else. Driven to be the best hairstylist and businesswoman that I could be, I always made it a point to say what I needed to say in order to accomplish what I needed to accomplish. Anyone who has worked with me knows that I don’t suffer fools easily and that I won’t hesitate to speak my mind. The irony of people’s reaction to my candor is that I just say what most people want to say but don’t have the balls to say. I tell the truth.
If, along the way, I’ve been called a bitch for being honest, I haven’t taken this personally. I developed a thick skin very early in life. Being raised in strip clubs made me comfortable with who I am and open to the choices that other people make for themselves. So when television viewers who saw me on Bravo’s Shear Genius or on Tabatha’s Salon Takeover called me a bitch for my forthright manner, I had to find a way to incorporate this perception into a further understanding of myself. I have always strived to be myself in front of the cameras and to be honest about what I thought of other people. As a result, bloggers made assertions such as “Tabatha’s an amazing stylist but a total bitch,” or “She’s a great hairdresser even though she’s really ugly.”
I suppose it’s easy to call someone ugly and hit below the belt when you can hide behind a computer screen all day, or when anonymously outdoing other bloggers’ venomous remarks is your vocation. I bet none of those bloggers would have had the balls to actually spout their nonsense to my face, especially since their chatter was based on nothing. If they could recognize my talent, why did it matter how I looked? No matter what I say, I say it to your face. If that makes me a bitch, so be it.
But, what was I supposed to do? Sit at home and wallow in self-pity while eating chocolate bars? Not bloody likely. Having never let anyone else define me before, I wasn’t about to start now, and I certainly wasn’t going to obsess over the insults of a few self-appointed critics. Instead of giving their bullshit comments any validity, I dusted myself off and decided to take back the word “bitch.” Why should a bunch of damned bloggers get to define me as a bitch? I decided to define myself. So I reclaimed the word “BITCH” as someone who is Brave, Intelligent, Tenacious, Creative, and Honest. And because I am all of these things, I now proudly own the title… Bravery—Mine is derived from being a risk taker, personally and professionally, and from always being willing to face my demons head-on. Intelligence—I’m no idiot. Despite having left school early to pursue my career, I’m well read, well traveled, street savvy, and I’m a successful businesswoman with a strong gut instinct. What’s more, unlike many women who don’t want to appear intimidating, I never downplay my intelligence. I believe women can be both smart and beautiful. Tenacity—If I’m really passionate about something, I never give up. I’m like a pit bull with a bone. I have always battled for what I want and what I believe in, and if I have to dig deeper for the energy to keep going, then that’s what I do to achieve my goals. Creativity—If I didn’t have this quality, I certainly wouldn’t be writing this book! I thoroughly enjoy expressing my creativ- ity in all aspects of life, whether I’m experimenting with a new haircut, sporting a new couture outfit, or adapting to a new challenge. Creativity keeps me engaged and makes my life that much more interesting while I am coping with whatever comes my way. Honesty—I think I’ve already covered that, haven’t I? It is the key trait that makes people perceive a woman as a bitch—it intimidates people and rubs them the wrong way. Although this reaction is often due to sexism, women are more than capable of being intimidated, too. For me, honesty is saying what I think to the people around me, but it’s also about being honest with myself. If I can’t do that, then I can’t be honest with anyone.
The more I thought about my own positive spin on the term “bitch,” the more I realized that, on some level, everyone would like to be a little braver, or exercise a little more intelligence, or be a little more creative, or tenacious or honest. The truth is, all of us, women and men, have an inner bitch. We just have to choose how much of it to let out and when.
As soon as I embraced my own inner bitch, I felt more comfortable with myself. Owning it actually made me feel empowered, and that’s what this book is about: self-empowerment and how it’s all right to be who you are, stand up for what you believe in, and do what makes you happy without being defined by other people.
This woman is a genius, and master of her art. And whether you agree with her thought process or not, respect her as a stylist.
kthanxbye
~Nikki
Thursday, January 20, 2011
Yada Yada...
I've decided to stay far away from my blog for accouple days, this snow is making me a miserable human being. Mother Nature is about to catch a boot in the face.
Location:Home
Wednesday, January 19, 2011
Yep..
I'm going to officially label this day a complete and utter inconvenience and hiccup in my road of being healthy and not stressed out 24/7. Thanks to everyone who made it a bad day...I hope all your computers break, seeing as you all use the internet as a cop out of face to face confrontation. Grow a sack.
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kthanxbye
~Nikki
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kthanxbye
~Nikki
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