Roommates

#62

"Turn left!" I scream as Noah drives towards the right turn. "Jesus Naomi stop screaming or I'll crash the car!" "Well you're gonna go the wrong way!" I shout back as he finally turns onto the left. Glancing down at my tight black trousers and my navy blouse I think I've dressed quite appropriately. The dress code is dark and smart. No bright colours are allowed. My footwear is a simple pair of black Chelsea boots, my favourite as they keep me walm in the winter. "Noah did you know its only 2 months away for Christmas!" I am so excited, Xmas is by far my favourite festive season of the year. "Yes. I do. So has everyone else for the past month or so?" His words come out as boredom. "Hey it's not my fault I just cannot wait!" Eventually he pulls up outside the salon. "Can you pick me up at 7:00 please?" I gtilt my head to the side to try and get extra attention. "Yea ,I'll see you later babe" he quickly kisses me and then drives off. He just called me babe! Awe, I know he's called it me before but I still cannot get over it. I walk into the salon with my head held high and a huge smile on my face. I make my way to the receptionist who puts me through to the manager (Sarah) "ready to work your first shift?" Her kind voice fills the room, along with the vanilla scent that she takes everywhere with her.  "You bet!" The enthusiasm is practically glowing from me. "Easy there tiger! What put you in such a good mood?" Obviously I can't tell her the real reason, it sounds so pathetic. "I've just had a great day!" What a fucking liar I am! "Please can you show me around?" Desperate to change the subject. "Sure!" 20 minuets later Sarah has explained to me how certain machines work, how you have to fill  in the forms and talk to the customers about any allergies that they have. "We pay £9 per hour which is a lot, but our company is popular and so we can afford to pay much. You have to wear gloves and a apron at all time, hair must be tied up. For hygiene. We are open till 7 as surprisingly many people come straight here from work" I nod my head, understanding. My hair is today in a messy bun, so it's okay. I tie my apron together and slip on some gloves. As a 70 ish woman sits infront of the desk. "Hi, my names Naomi and I will be your assistant today. How may I help?" Ten minuets later I have applied acrylics and filed, cut and painted them into a French manicure style. "Just put them under the UV lamp and we should be done!" Whilst she is doing so I fill out the form including her personal details and allergies. "Please just sign here?" I push the thin yellow sheet towards here. As her small hand scribbles her name across the bottom she thanks me and then goes to pay. "I've done pretty well for my first customer I believe" 4 more patients later and 3 manicures  and a back massage I am ready to go home. "Thanks Sarah! I wave as I walk out of the door, I cannot wait for my first weekly pay check" for now I can only do nails and massages as I am not qualified enough for hair or facials.