I miss Supercuts. I hearted it.
Ricky, a lady I worked with at Supercuts, always wanted to have Olive Garden for lunch. We would order out and then someone would pick it up. It was so fun when we did that. There was one time that she said my name to get my attention Anne then thwacked my forehead with a bread stick. Haha
Another time when we were cleaning up she said "look what I can do!" and jumped like Stuart on mad tv. She accidentally kicked the door that bounced back and hit her in the butt. That pushed her into the desk and knocked over the trash can. It was by far the funniest thing I'd ever seen in my life up to that point.
Lacy, a CSR at Supercuts, and I were closing the night before we were getting our floors waxed. We had to sweep and mop because depending on the team that would come, that wouldn't get done and our floors around still be gross.
We had everything moved and off the floor. We were going to mop when Lacy sprayed me with the water bottle. This started a water war! Water bottles were used. I went to the sink and sprayed her with the hose! It was so fun! We were soaked but the floors were cleaned! Hahaha
Renee came in one time on her day off around 8:45pm. We were getting ready to close. He was drunk off her butt and was going to cut her boyfriend's hair...
Amy would come to work high after lunch. She always cut hair better after lunch... Funny how that works.
I was the only one that didn't smoke that worked there. Every other haircut it seemed they would go out for a smoke break. So I decided I was going to do that also. I would go stand outside for about 5 minutes ever other haircut. When they asked me what I was going I would say "i'm taking my smoke break" I loved hearing "Gina, you don't smoke." i would tell them how annoying it was for them to leave every 20 minutes for a break. That if yet wanted to smoke then do it on lunch and on the 2 breaks they get for working and 8 hour shift!
Most of my clients were kids under the age of 10, old people that were in their 70's or gays. It was a party.
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