don't call me sweetheart

I find beauty therapists an odd bunch. There are so many species. There are some which have makeup caked on to the nth degree. I think it's odd that someone would want to spend so much time putting gunk on their face just to have to have to take it off at the end of the day, but that's their choice and I'm cool with that.

There are others that are really nice, just do the job and are just really happy and smiley. You know what I mean.

But yesterday, I encountered my least favourite type of beauty therapist. I went in to get my eyebrows waxed (the only reason this tomboy will set foot in a beauty salon or whatever it's called). The beauty therapist (as I know they like to be called - I find the term a bit odd) was frosty. As in she was playing the intimidation game. I felt like saying, "It's ok. I know it's your turf.'

Anyway, once she started putting hot wax on my forehead, she started getting chatty. I fear beauty/hair salon banter. I know the conversation isn't meaningful to either of us. So she asked the inevitable, 'Do you work or study?' question.
'Study.'
*rip*
'What do you study?'
'Media Studies, broadcast journalism kind of thing.'
*rip*
'Ok, that's fun,'
'Yeah, my boyfriend work in radio,' (guaranteed winner line with beauty therapists and retail managers)
'Oh yeah, what does he do?'
'He's a news presenter?'
'So maybe he could help you get a job.'
'Yeah... I'd rather try and get a job on my own first.'
'Well it's not what you know, it's who you know, sweetheart.'

If it was not for the fact that I had hot wax on my browline, I would have raised them in this 'what the flamin' heck are you thinking, woman?' look.

Firstly she knew nothing about the industry which is one based on 'if you're good, you're good. if you're shit, you're shit - blood is not thicker than water.' Secondly, she had the audacity to think that I was with Adam just for career advancement. And thirdly and most insultingly, she called me 'sweetheart'. She didn't even know me, she wasn't one of my friends/family and she was calling me sweetheart - in a condescending way. I don't even like letting people close to me calling me anything as absurd as sweetheart - in fact I would laugh at anyone who called me sweetheart.

So the eyebrow waxing was over 5 mins later. It was time to book the next appointment. 'You can book either on the 27th or the 28th. I won't be here on the 27th because it's my birthday, but I'll be back on the 28th.'

I made an appointment on the 27th.