The Beauty Salon or The Soap Opra?

Yes this is a gay life story, as I find myself sitting in salons all the time, either with my mum or myself. So where do I get this idea that a soap opera is similar to a Beauty Salon?

Lets begin with that everyone knows each other! There must be about ten staff members (All working very hard I guess) yet still they manage to stop and chat with the person that just walked in. Friendly I know but efficiency is key people, HELLO.

OK so Maybe the staff knowing each and every person that doesn't mean that this is a set on a cockney square, however the rest will make you think.

So thats not that bad but I don't go to the same Salon as my mum, yet all the Beauty creators know every detail about me. My change in diets, sexuality, age, hobbies and it will not surprise me if they have my national insurance number either.

The stories that you hear will either be gossip or tall tales that you do hear on a TV show and could not be made up unless you had a group of people possessing creative writing degree's. so let me intrigue with one.

This ladies bank account had been hacked and had no money to her name. (Just to keep you up to date The week before she was telling us all about the relationship that she was in with a man that is married, but was married to a Lesbian… I know! Only on TV!) So to carry on she had no money, the lady rings up her boyfriend and he requests that his wife will personally take £100 to his Mistress! I know… OMG! Gossip or what!

Ok so its not a soap Opera unless someone dies. (On a regular basis). So to sum up I will tell you about the time when I overheard this 60 year old geriatric talk about when her husband died.

Imagine, Silver haired, Glasses wearing. false teach sucking, pristine dressed, almost Queen Elizabeth like was sitting in the confession chair. Reading a magazine based on a salutation, When from no where she said,

'Oh my Fred died last week'

There seemed to be a lot of Ummm's and Errrrrr's. None the less she carried on about how much of a good man he was and what a good husband, father and all round decent person he was. The co-stars of the Soap Opera (Beauticians and other customers) were almost in tears as they reminisced of fred and how he sat on the sofa behind reading his paper . When from out of no where the old woman said

Shaking her head, 'Yeah, thats all good, but the Bastard left me a shit load debt' The Stdio went pin drop quiet.

I hope that you all see this from the angle that I do. but Meh! I will always attend these place and not just for the hair cut, but also the entertainment :-)

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Outlook and perspectives

So During the later part of 2009, I took on the motto, ' Don't Talk it Out, Work it Out ', that would be true today if I could be willing to get up and do it. However it seams that I am being drained of everything that I do, mentally and physically. What I once enjoyed, has now either become obsolete or a chore, and this is something I do not like at all and feel powerless against.

To kick this rant off I want to look at my role in the ATC (Air Training Corps). My rank is Sergeant (Sgt) and I command a small flight (Group) of cadets (Ignorant, spotty, ungrateful little teenagers). I also run the squadron newsletter and website, teach Media Communications and take the role of NCO adjutant (Pen Pusher).

I love doing all of this and even if I get through to one cadet then my job there is done. I aim to build confidence and pass on knowledge, but I don't like being made a fool or taken for granted. Surprisingly I don't feel like that due to the cadets, (don't get me wrong I do sometimes) but the main culprits are the adult NCO (Non-commisioned-officers) team and the office themselves (The ones that look after the Sgt's).

So why has the office Peeved me off? I recently applied for the position of Flight Sergeant (Flt Sgt) along with two other people, we have waited well over 5 months or so to find out who has got what it takes. Unlike the other two candidates I don't lock cadets into lockers and fart... Also known in the trade as the gas chamber..., or pile mattresses on top of a cadet until he screams, and believe me, this happened! I am there for the welfare of the cadets, making sure that every child there get the right to learn and have fun.

To me, its a no brainer who to promote. What do you think?

I look at what I do, and then compare it to what they do; and I think to myself... why am I doing this? I am tired and fed up with the amount of work! There must be a reason why it has taken this long to reach to a decision. The massive choice between a Sgt who does loads or work and looks after the cadets, or one that is so inappropriate at any given point or one that has lost passion with the ATC and himself but instead of hiding it he really shows it...?? Do not get me wrong, these lads are my mates but right now I am lost... Lost that what I do seams to be pointless.

Now to generalise. Everyone around me seems to be very low or has a problem. I try to keep an open mind, and a relaxed approach to life but it never seams to pay off. Therefore I might have to go in to my emotion bank and try new ones, just to show to people that I can get pissed off if you push me, because until then I will just have to be constantly shot down for being happy and all round cheery.

Sorry this has been a bit of a low, un-camp, un-homoerotic or a gay phrased post but its not always fun fun fun girlfriends!

Thanks

Jai

Trouble of all sorts

Hey hey hey there :-)

This is entitled rightly as I have had so many problems, getting into serious trouble and not so serious.

My last blog update (that has now been taken down) was all about the romantic lust that happened while I was away. I know it was wrong but I couldn't help myself, and well neither could he. I posted it not because I wanted my boyfriend at the time to read it, that was the last thing on my mind, but I wrote it as my blog is all about the events of a college student growing up being gay. Well to cut a long story short, he read it and let me tell you he wasn't happy about.

We tried to work it out but eventually we had to call it a day. I knew that it wouldn't work and secretly I knew he thought the same.

So this is a very small problem and well I am sorta over it now. So what could the other problem be? I am not going to say it direct but I went to hell and back, Only one person there to comfort me. It was the help that I received that got me through it.

The worst part wasn't thinking I had a 'Problem' but the secrecy that I had to hid from the ones that I loved. If you haven't cottoned on what I am on about.... then you are a fool :-) in the politest way. This was a tough time and something that I will never do again.

Thats not all though, I am also in a little trouble as I fell for one of the people that was helping me. He is lovely and so nice, but he is with someone, a little older, I wont peruse it but I can have a little fun right :-) x

Please comment below and tell me of you r stories, I would love to hear about them. x