It’s 9:55 AM. My eyes are barely open, my coffee is half-full (or half-empty, depending on my mood), and I’m questioning every life choice that led me to book an appointment this early. And then, in walks my 10 AM client – bright-eyed, full of energy, and ready to chat.
Why? Why do they assume that just because I offer morning appointments, I am somehow built for them?
The Eternal Struggle of Early Appointments
Let’s be honest. Booking a 10 AM slot made sense when I was feeling productive and responsible. “Start the day early, get things done, be a boss!” I told myself. But come the actual morning, I’m dragging myself to the salon like a sleep-deprived zombie, wondering how I ever thought this was a good idea.
Meanwhile, my client? Oh, they’ve been up since dawn. They’ve had their green juice, gone for a run, and are now ready to give me their life story while I’m still trying to remember how to hold my tweezers.
Coffee: The Unsung Hero of the Beauty Industry
Here’s a behind-the-scenes secret: estheticians survive on caffeine. You think that glow on my face is from my flawless skincare routine? No, it’s the double-shot espresso kicking in. Without it, I’m moving at the speed of a sloth trying to escape a nap.
Yet, despite my efforts, my 10 AM client is still five energy levels ahead of me. They’re chatting, they’re laughing, and I’m nodding, pretending my brain has caught up to their conversation about their weekend plans.
The Questions That Hurt My Soul Before Noon
“So, what do you think about my skincare routine?” (Ma’am, I’m just trying to blink in sync right now.)
“Should I switch to a new serum?” (Can I switch to a new profession where mornings don’t exist?)
“Oh my gosh, did you hear what happened on Love Island?” (No, because I was in a deep and meaningful relationship with my pillow.)
The Internal Debate: To Speak or Not to Speak?
As a professional, I strive to be friendly, engaging, and informative. But at 10 AM, my brain and my mouth are not always in sync. Do I risk sounding groggy and incoherent? Or do I fake it till I make it? Usually, I opt for a strategic mix of nodding, smiling, and the occasional "Mmhmm, that’s wild!" until my brain starts functioning properly.
The Sweet, Sweet Reward of Surviving the Morning Shift
Here’s the good news: by noon, I’m unstoppable. My energy has leveled up, I’m cracking jokes, and my hands are working at peak precision. If you book me at 2 PM, you’re getting my best self. But that 10 AM slot? That’s a gamble.
So, to my early bird clients: I love you, I appreciate you, but if I ever look dazed and confused during your facial, just know I’m not judging your skin – I’m just waiting for my caffeine to do its job. ☕️
