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Ethnography rough draft

It's always pleasant to drive along barney avenue no matter what kind of weather is occuring. The hundred acre farm land so neat and nurtured with many different multi-colored vegetables their lies off the beaten path, amidst the cornfields and trees, there exists a spa that feels like home. It's called Elite skin rejuvenation day spa where I work with a clan of fifteen girls dressed in black everyday wearing smocks that look like cooking aprons.

Once you walk into elite you hear the sounds of relaxation and comfort, the smell of lavender oils burning and the feeling of the hot neck roll around your neck that's when you dont ever want to leave. We have three different groups of girls who are licensed in different services. We have the nail technicians which I am a part of. The estheticians and the massage therapists. The group of nail techs' do the different selections of manicures and pedicures. We have our own area in the spa where all of our stuff is located. The estheticians' work in three different rooms of choice and work on people's faces with different organic products. Last the massage therapists also have different rooms to work in doing a selection of massages.

We all have the same attitude towards our clients treating them with royalty. We want them to feel welcomed and at home where we are. We sometimes have difficulty with clients but we still respect them as if nothing happend. We give them what they want to make them happy. Each person that walks into the spa is asked if they want a warm neck roll with a choice of beverage including wine or a mimosa. All the girls must be on time with services in order to start the next one. Everytime a service is finished their is a little box at the front desk where the clients check out with mini rectangular orange envelopes. That's where our client puts our tip. We all either recieve a tip in cash or on credit card which we look forward to.
Sometimes when all the girls are in the back where we have our own employee room we stand there and gossip a bit with eachother. That's how it is when you work in a spa with a bunch of girls. It's where we can express ourselves after dealing with an unpleasant client. It may sound wrong but we all do it. Especially basically bowing down to them and pleasing them. Not every client is like that though we have our regulars also who love us, and that's why they keep coming back. Also every one of us has our own business card, so when we have a first timer client we give our card to them.

Another thing that we go thru working in the spa is sometimes you can have a full day of clients it all depends. Sometimes you can have three appointments and then not have another one until three hours later. Also once winter hits the nails is very slow and the facials and massages get very busy. In the summer nails is the busiest time of year. Working in the spa industry is not always easy. It takes a few jobs working in different areas to find the right place that your comftorable in. And where I am on the farm where it is so relaxing and quiet is where I am happy working with my girls.


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Scar on my heart

I was three years old when my mother and father seperated. Didn't affect me at all. I do remember as a little girl my father coming in and out as he pleased while my mother on the other hand stressing and tolerating it. Although my parents seperated my mom would call my dad to come over when I wouldn't sleep for her because she knew I would listen to him when he told me it was time for bed. My dad was on the more immature side and still till this day is but I still love him even though he would at times forget to pick me up from school because he would fall asleep,I can remember him promising to take me out for the day and never did, and he also would talk bad about my mom in front of me. For years that I can remember my dad would always pick me up in his shiny red, loud mustang to spend time with me but didn't necessarily do so. Instead he picked me up half of the time and we went to my grandmothers where he was staying where he would leave me for half of the day. By the time he came back it was time for me to go home. I never said anything that bothered me to my dad how everytime I knew he was on his way to get me that would be the only time we probably spent seeing eachother before he left to his more important things to do like, being with his friends. I was afraid to express myself to him because I didn't want to hurt him. But really he was hurting me.

For some reason I cared so much about my dads feelings more than my mothers. I never talked back to my dad nor did I ever really talk to him about anything personal or things he did that emotionally streamed around in my mind with pain that he put me thru, but I always said "I love you to dad" when he would say it to me because I really meant it. My dad used to get my hopes up for nothing almost all the time. He would say "I'm going to pick you up and bring you to big top today" and it never happend. It was all the time he did that to me. So after a while I just got used to it. Believe it or not he still does it to me till this day after twenty one years. I just know what's going to happen already so I dont ever get excited. It hurts knowing your father didn't realize he was hurting his own child and she hid the hurt she felt behind a smile. It got really bad as I got older and my mom didn't even want me to see him anymore. But she knew how much I loved my dad even though their was really no reason to care to see him at all since to me he acted like I wasn't even there. I mean what child would want to consistently go thru the same thing almost all the time waiting for your dad and knowing he wont be there to spend quality time with you or tell you he is going to bring you somewhere and you wait patiently all day until you finally realize it was a lie. I guess that was me because I always figured he would change.

My dad started dating a woman up the street from my grandmothers and I was jealous because I felt like she was taking my dad away from me completely, since he had stopped picking me up as much as he had used to. I would sit looking out my window from time to time to see if his shiny red mustang would suprisingly show up in the front of my house to come get me. But it never did. I missed playing with my cousins and seeing my grandmother to but like everything else I got used to it realizing I was spending less and less time with my dad. My mom would call my grandmas looking for him, telling my grandma that I was sad and that I felt like he didn't love me anymore. That only caused arguments and no improvements for me and my dads bonding time. At that point I felt like their was no hope. Nothing was ever going to change and I began to get angry and tried so hard to push and just shove all the hurt I still felt behind me and act like absolutely nothing about my dad bothered me at all. That didn't work because all I would see was kids with their dads smiling and having fun while I was always the one waiting for my dad to bring me somewhere so simple even if it was playing baseball in the backyard and even that he couldn't keep his word to. Behind closed doors I was always crying and I would get mad thinking about him. It got so out of control that I found myself telling my mom "Why did you have to pick him to be my father".

As I got into my teen years I started not caring at all whether I saw my dad or not that's just what the results came out to be. I was more interested in being with my friends than anything. My dad would call to get me and I already would have plans for the day. My mom told my dad "I told you that you were going to be sorry once she got older, that she isn't going to want to spend time with you anymore" and she was right. He should of been there for me first before anyone else and it was the complete opposite. He was there for the ones that didnt matter. And it left a scar on my heart the hurt that I felt how he chose to put others before his own daughter and always got my hopes up for absolutely nothing. Although I remeber everything I went thru and felt with my dad, I will always love and care about him so much and I still never told him how I truely felt all these years. I don't think that it would make a difference in my life now. The damage has been done already.

I'm now twenty one years old and my dad has gone down path even worse than ever. He was diagnosed with kidney failure seven years ago and had to go thru dialysis for a year before he found out my aunt was his perfect match for a kidney. My dad was in the ICU for almost a month. He was near death lets put it that way. I never cried so much in my life worrying about my dad making it alive. Once he got his new kidney he felt like he was brand new again and I was happy because I figured he would be a more thankful and not so selfish like he was. But no he was still the same person. He started good then he started not taking care of himself once my uncle passed away two years ago. I just am in a loss for words with my dad. Now all I can really think of is my baby brother Andrew who is one years old. How he now has to live with who was in my eyes a person who I felt didn't care about me someone heartless so to speak. Hopefully he wont be the same to my brother as he was to me but if he is atleatst I will be able to explain once that time comes. I find myself always telling my dad "you need to take care of yourself" especially for andrew. See what I'm trying to make a point to is people take for granted the things that really matter. And my dad took me for granted a daughter who wanted to always be with him and be able to depend on. He survived kidney failure and was one lucky person to have a loving sister to give one of her kidneys for him to live his life. And a precious little boy who is as harmless as anything and my dad just dont realize what he has. Me on the other hand I have a one year old daughter and seeing what one of my parents put me thru I look into my daughters eyes and see how much she adores me and her father and I would never do what my father has done to me to her. And believe it or not sometimes it still boggles my mind how my dad was so immature and selfish to me. Years havegone by now and I still see my dad and I'm older now and I have responsibilities of my own. I still wish though that my dad was there for me more than he was. But atleast I learned something from him. Never take anything for granted in life especially the things that matter.

Scar on my heart

I was three years old when my mother and father seperated, didn't affect me at all. I do remember as a little girl my father coming in and out as he pleased while my mother on the other hand stressing and tolerating it. Although my parents seperated my mom would call my dad to come over when I wouldn't sleep for her, she knew I would listen to him when he told me it was time for bed. My dad was on the more immature side and still till this day is but I still love him. For years that I can remember like it was yesterday my dad picked me up in his shiny red, loud mustang to spend time with me but didn't necessarily do so, instead he picked me up half of the time, we went to my grandmothers where he was staying and he would leave me there for half of the day. By the time he came back it was time for me to go home. I never said anything that bothered me to my dad, I was afraid to because I didn't want to hurt him, but really he was hurting me.

For some reason I cared so much more about my dads feelings more than my mothers. I never talked back to my dad nor did I ever really talk to him about anything personal or things he did that bothered me emotionally, but I always said "I love you to dad" when he would say it to me. My dad used to get my hopes up for nothing almost all the time, he would say "I'm going to pick you up and bring you to big top today" , never happend. It was all the time he did that to me, so after a while I just got used to it, and he still does it to me till this day after twenty one years, I just know what's going to happen already so I dont ever get excited. It hurts knowing your father didn't realize he was hurting his own child and she hid the hurt she felt behind a smile. It got really bad as I got older and my mom didn't even want me to see him anymore but she knew how much I loved my dad as much as I had no reason to care to see him at all.

My dad started dating a woman up the street from my grandmothers and I was jealous because I felt like she was taking my dad away from me, since he had stopped picking me up as much as he had used to. I would sit looking out my window from time to time to see if his shiny red mustang would suprisingly show up in the front of my house to come get me, but never did. I missed playing with my cousins and seeing my grandmother, but like everything else I got used to it and realizing I was spending less and less time with my dad. My mom would call my grandmas looking for him, telling my grandma that I was sad and that I felt like he didn't love me anymore, but it only caused arguments and no improvements for me and my dads bonding time.

As I got into my teen years I started not caring at all whether I saw my dad or not, I was more interested in being with my friends than anything. My dad would call to get me and I already would have plans for the day. My mom told my dad "I told you that you were going to be sorry once she got older, that she isn't going to want to spend time with you anymore" and she was right. He should of been there for me first before anyone else and it was the complete opposite, he was there for the ones that didnt matter. And it left a scar on my heart the hurt that I felt how he chose to put others before his own daughter and always get my hopes up for absolutely nothing. Although I remeber everything I went thru and felt with my dad, I still love and care about him so much and I still never told him how I truely felt all these years.