The EWC

Hey! Been a long while. I drove route 66 and then got a job.

My job allows me keep my pink hair, and I'm pretty sure they actually LIKE me there.

Even the guests!

And they let me do my makeup after I arrive, and they have flowery febreeze air freshener in each room that we can spray whenever we want, and I spend absolutely zero minutes deciding what to wear each morning, because I wear cute red scrubs with roomy pockets for business cards, my pager, and lots of pens.

I work for the European Wax Center.

Three weeks in, it feels like home and I love walking through the doors.

Perhaps I speak too soon. Look at it a different way, and I'm getting a huge crush on a job I haven't truly experienced yet.

I love the transition in the wax suite from stranger to ally. It only takes a few minutes to make a new friend and build a new trust connection:

Trust that I will remove your hair well, treat you with utmost respect and full attention, and that I will not judge you for anything you say because no matter what, I choose to be your friend as well as your waxer.

Truly, it's great. This connection happens sometimes in hair salons and with other cosmetological interactions, but with waxing, the situation is somehow different.

I think it is because my guest walks in knowing that I have the same goal as her: to remove hair. It is harder (though not impossible) to miscommunicate at a wax center than at a hair salon.

So my guest and I have a definite common goal, we are alone together in a well-kept and secure, medical-feeling waxing chamber, and they entrust me with their badly hair - which is very personal and connected with identity just as head hair is.

If I take this opportunity to make them feel accepted and comfortable, and also act like I know exactly what I'm doing, - voilà: friends.

I trust that writing this will have no jinxing effect on me.

I enjoy knocking on wood, and other surfaces when wood is not available, but God has been convicting me lately that there is no need because he will give or take as he pleases, regardless of superstition.

Enjoying work is a huge blessing and I will continue to share it during the blank hours in my waxing schedule until I have so many loyal guests that I simply cannot.

Which I hope will happen soon!