Friday, August 1, 2014

All Hail New York!!

I love New York for various reasons. Reason number 1, it's so complimentary. People just tell you how it is. I have received so many compliments from random people, not necessarily people I want compliments from, but non the less compliments. I have never had that experience before. So, thank you New York. Reason number 2, the city never sleeps. No matter what hour of the day, there's something to do and you're not the only person looking for a cause. The subways never stop and the people never sleep. Although the subways do randomly decide to change routes which can be a pain in the ass. New York is full of a wide variety of people, reason number three. You never know who you're going to meet or see. For instance, I spotted a beautiful Mercedes and non other then Dr Sloan from Greys Anatomy was entering it. Talk about a beautiful scene. Number four, as much as people are complimentary, equally, people are quiet. You can always tell who is a local by the way they are at the subway. If they have music on and are standing in a "don't talk to me" fashion, they live in New York. I decided to try it and it's worked for me so far, however, I'm playing country music which I doubt most people are listening too.
On another note, reasons New York is getting old. Waiting for a subway in the underground heat for 10 plus minutes is a pain. I wish I had a car, however, I'm glad I don't have to drive a car in the city. Driving here is intense. Having to take hour long subway rides is also another annoying thing. Not having a car to throw random things in means having to carry around a 10 lb bag on your shoulder thru human traffic. That is a pain beyond describable. Trying to carry on a conversation on the phone while all the trucks are driving by and cars are honking makes it incredibly difficult to hear. To sum it up, I miss my car. I have experienced a man grinding the pole in the subway, while his butt crack hung out of his pants, a woman's throw up on the subway, and waiting for the subway for 30 minutes in the heat. Man do I love it here!!
All in all I wouldn't trade this experience for the world. It's intense and wonderful. All hail New York City!

Thursday, July 31, 2014

Have you ever thought about the concept of hair? I always think to myself, when did it become popular to dress hair, to make it different? I've been at The Arrojo Bootcamp for 3 weeks now and have learned so many tricks to dress hair. If you want a natural highlight or beautiful layers, I can officially say that I can give it to you. Hair is this dead, limp, keratinous filament but I can make it beautiful. I get the chance of changing someone's image and confidence. I am able to enhance the most admired part of the body, the face.
I have not always felt so fortunate to do hair. Working in this industry is cut throat and stressful. Like I said, you are working with such an important feature that any mistakes are readily noticed. That's a lot of pressure. But when you break it down, back to it being just hair, how can that be so stressful? The answer is, hair is an art. I officially can say that I enjoy this art.

Monday, July 21, 2014

The Beginning

Hi my name is Allison and I am a cosmetologist.  I am currently in New York for an advanced hair training. I absolutely love the city and the environment. It's so fast paced and alive. You have to keep moving to keep up. Even the lost vacationers don't have a second to stop and look at a map. Something about the pace of the city is intriguing. You never know what is next. I have found that New York brings out the best version of myself. I am happy and always feel the need to look my best. Something about looking your best makes you feel your best. I enjoy the high standards you find here.
My training is being held in SoHo, which stands for South of Houston. To all of my southern friends, that's not pronounced Houston like the city we know, it's pronounced "how-ston". Any Yankee could tell you're a vacationer if you said Houston the wrong way. That was the first rule of the city I learned. Interestingly enough, I almost corrected someone for saying "how-ston." Thank god I kept my mouth shut. Second rule of the city, look up. Walking with your head down is dangerous. There have been many opportunities where I have almost fallen in a basement or been hit by a biker. Who would have known looking up was so important. Third rule , don't tell a taxi driver your destination until you are in the cab and he can't drive off. Now I haven't had this experience yet, but my brother told me about it. I'm glad I don't have to learn it the hard way.
I hope my blog doesn't sound like I'm trying too hard, I just want to share my experiences. I have always felt stuck in first gear, in a sense that I feel like a novice at everything I do. This is a blog where I share those challenges.