Man, what a day! Seriously, I can’t even. So, I wake up in my tiny flat on Upper Market Street, right? The sun’s shining, birds are chirping, and I’m like, “Today’s gonna be lit!” Spoiler alert: it was not.
First off, I’m running late. Classic me. I grab my coffee from that little café on The High Street—y’know, the one with the weirdly friendly barista? Yeah, him. He’s always got a joke or two. But today, I’m just like, “Dude, I need caffeine, not comedy!” I spill half my drink on my new shoes. Great start, right?
So, I’m rushing to my first appointment at this posh salon on Southampton Road. I’m a stylist, but honestly, some days I feel more like a circus juggler. I get there, and the client is late. Ugh! I’m standing there, tapping my foot, thinking about how I could’ve slept in. But then, she shows up, and she’s a total gem. We vibe instantly. She wants a complete makeover—like, chop it all off! I’m like, “Yasss, let’s do this!”
But then, outta nowhere, the fire alarm goes off. Seriously? In the middle of my styling magic? Everyone’s freaking out, running around like headless chickens. I’m just standing there, scissors in hand, thinking, “Is this a sign? Should I run too?” But nah, I’m committed. I’m not leaving my client hanging.
Finally, the alarm stops, and we get back to it. I give her this killer bob, and she’s glowing. I’m feeling like a rockstar. But then, I step outside, and it’s pouring. Like, monsoon-level rain. I’m soaked in seconds. Eastleigh weather, am I right?
I dash over to the bus stop on Leigh Road, looking like a drowned rat. I’m waiting for the bus, and this old bloke starts chatting me up. He’s rambling about the history of Eastleigh, how it used to be a railway town. I’m nodding along, but inside I’m like, “Dude, I just wanna get dry!”
Finally, the bus arrives, and I hop on. I’m squished between a lady with a million shopping bags and a kid who’s blasting music on his phone. I can’t even hear myself think. I’m just trying to plan my next appointment, but my brain’s like mush.
Next stop, I’m off to a photoshoot at the Eastleigh Museum. I’m excited, but also nervous. I get there, and the vibe is totally different. The place is buzzing with creatives, and I’m like, “Okay, I can do this!” But then, the photographer is running late. I’m pacing around, trying to keep my cool.
When we finally start, it’s chaos. The lighting’s all wrong, and I’m trying to fix hair while the model’s spinning around like a top. I’m shouting directions, and it’s just a mess. But somehow, we pull it off. The photos turn out amazing, and I’m feeling like a boss again.
But then, as I’m leaving, I trip over a cable. Classic! I land right in front of a group of people. I’m mortified. I laugh it off, but inside, I’m dying.
By the time I get home, I’m exhausted. I flop onto my couch, still damp, and just stare at the ceiling. What a day! Eastleigh, you’ve got me on a rollercoaster. I love this town, but man, it sure knows how to keep things interesting.
So, yeah, that was my day. Full of ups and downs, but I wouldn’t trade it for anything. Just another day in the life of a stylist in Eastleigh!