I was nervous before I walked in, already having second thoughts. I walked in and my sister, who patronizes the business regularly, escorted me to the skin care room, a small room, about the size of a walk in closet with what looks like a bed for massage and a sink and a few of those cheap plastic bureau’s with drawers containing towels and other miscellaneous supplies.
She asked me to lie down on the bed and close my eyes and as she applied the wax to my eyebrow I had that roller coaster moment where you want to turn back but it’s too late….yeah, then she applied the cloth or paper or whatever the vehicle for that pain was and yanked swiftly.
&%$*)(^$ ! OH MY GAWD!
I wanted to scream, yell and punch her in her face! As my eyes welled up with tears and she applied the wax to the other eyebrow I wanted to hurt someone very badly. VERY BADLY!
When I looked in the mirror my poor face was so red and the eyebrows were gone! Well not gone, but they were but a shell of their previous grandeur. It was pure vanity that made me do it, and pure pride that will keep me from doing it again. OUCH!
just crazy. I look back at that and compare it to my knowledge now and it’s impressive. Not to be cocky but I have a great learning curve and at this point I’ve worked in several fields and have done well in all, the most recent being the best one yet. 