Suddenly, one of my senior turn to me and laughed. Pointing his finger at me and he said: "You wanna join? Do you know what a hair cutter means? Come on, you are just a cleaner in the salon, can't even hold a pair of scissors and you are telling us that you wanna join a hair competition? Go and take a broom and sweep the floor." and they all roared in laughter
These words really hit me right into my heart and it's hurts. Till today, I can still remember those words very clearly in my mind. Those words hurt me, but they spurned me to work and train harder. That day, as I walked away after hearing those words, I told myself that I will train as much as I can and I swear that I will be standing on the same competition platform as with all my seniors. (As I type these few sentences in this post, it brings back this sad memory.)
I was quiet the next day and like usual, I can only peek at the way my seniors cut their customers' hair and try to remember what they do. Something unusual happens in that afternoon, my boss asked me to join him for a smoke outside the salon. There, he handed me a pair of very old scissors and he shown and taught me the proper technique of handling a scissors. He told me to practice the handling of scissors everyday and whenever I'm free. He also mentioned that only if I can hold the scissors correctly and firm, then will he start to teach me how to cut hair. Whenever I'm done with the sweeping of floor, practicing of perming, blow drying and all those bits and pieces of work, I will grab that pair of scissors and start practicing. Even when I was on a bus ride to and fro from work, I always have that scissors in my hand practicing away.
10 days had passed after I was taught on how to handle a pair of scissors. My Boss asked me to show him my "new skill" that afternoon, he just nodded his head and said: "OK".
