Those who wash hair without a license face up to six months in prison and a $500 criminal fine, or a $1,000 civil penalty.
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Showing posts with label Certifications licenses and all that crap. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Certifications licenses and all that crap. Show all posts
Monday, May 9, 2016
A License to Shampoo
People in Tennessee who want to shampoo hair in professional salons must receive hundreds of hours of training and fork out thousands of dollars before they're legally allowed to do so.
Those who wash hair without a license face up to six months in prison and a $500 criminal fine, or a $1,000 civil penalty.
More here.
Those who wash hair without a license face up to six months in prison and a $500 criminal fine, or a $1,000 civil penalty.
More here.
Tuesday, August 10, 2010
Felix's Naughty Trick
Yesterday, Donna Lethal and myself were in the break room and we were furious. Some of the recent changes around here had really pissed us off. First they fire the salon manager, Bobbie Pinz, and bring in this June. Then, this June decides to open the salon on Mondays and schedules me and Donna to work. So of course we have to stay all day in case of any walk ins, but we each only have one appointment. And now this crap about The Beauty Board and cerificates and licenses and bouffants!
"You are either born with rattail comb in your hands or you're not, and no amount of training or licenses are going to matter a damn!", Donna pronounced, and I quite agree. Well since it was only 11 in the morning and her client wasn't scheduled till 11:30, she got up to mix us another pitcher of Kamikazes while I went to grab the bottle of Placidyls that were stashed in my station. On the way I glanced at the appointment book: Lethal's client at 11:30, mine at 12:30. Shit, what a long day this was going to be. Then I looked at the client names and a plot began to hatch in my already fevered mind. I suddenly recalled the flattering frost job that Lethal did on me last year. Flattering my ass! I wound up looking like a half painted picket fence. A green picket fence! This could even the score but I had to work fast.
When I got back to the break room, there was Donna with her skit up over her head (big surprise) yanking off her pantyhose, muttering something about 'being comfortable'. "Listen honey, we're the two best beauticians in the shop and everybody knows it," I said, pouring it on. "Anybody can do a decent job on their regular clients, why don't we do each others clients today, then take pictures and submit them to the Beauty Board and prove our brilliance once and for all, it'll be faaaabulous!" Well she fell for it hook line and sinker. About that time, her client showed up and I did my magic and took her picture with my trusty poloroid (I never go any where without my poloroid).
Lethal was in the john doing a line, when my regular walked in. "Oh Madam Lethal," I sang, "Your client is here..."
Heh, heh, heh.
"You are either born with rattail comb in your hands or you're not, and no amount of training or licenses are going to matter a damn!", Donna pronounced, and I quite agree. Well since it was only 11 in the morning and her client wasn't scheduled till 11:30, she got up to mix us another pitcher of Kamikazes while I went to grab the bottle of Placidyls that were stashed in my station. On the way I glanced at the appointment book: Lethal's client at 11:30, mine at 12:30. Shit, what a long day this was going to be. Then I looked at the client names and a plot began to hatch in my already fevered mind. I suddenly recalled the flattering frost job that Lethal did on me last year. Flattering my ass! I wound up looking like a half painted picket fence. A green picket fence! This could even the score but I had to work fast.
When I got back to the break room, there was Donna with her skit up over her head (big surprise) yanking off her pantyhose, muttering something about 'being comfortable'. "Listen honey, we're the two best beauticians in the shop and everybody knows it," I said, pouring it on. "Anybody can do a decent job on their regular clients, why don't we do each others clients today, then take pictures and submit them to the Beauty Board and prove our brilliance once and for all, it'll be faaaabulous!" Well she fell for it hook line and sinker. About that time, her client showed up and I did my magic and took her picture with my trusty poloroid (I never go any where without my poloroid).
Princess Luciana Pignatelli
Lethal was in the john doing a line, when my regular walked in. "Oh Madam Lethal," I sang, "Your client is here..."
Heh, heh, heh.
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