Zero training. You’re just thrown in and told to figure it out while management hides in the back.
The bonus system is rigged. If you don’t hit every single requirement, you get nothing. Most stylists never see a dime, and that’s by design.
Scheduling is a joke. Everyone else is on every-other-weekend, except you if they feel like burning you out. Half the staff is scheduled on peak days while the other half gets an easy ride.
No one works their full shift. People stroll in late, leave early, and management sets the tone by doing the same.
If you dare to speak up, you’ll get told your “standards are too high” or that you “worry about silly things.” Translation: don’t expect improvement, just shut up and deal with it.
The environment is loud, overstimulating, and flat-out anxiety-inducing. Door beeps, blow dryers, TVs blaring, people yelling, and constant interruptions during client services. It’s exhausting.
You basically have to beg to be paid correctly—whether it’s mileage reimbursement, meetings, or subbing at other stores. If you don’t ask, you don’t get paid. Period.
Everyone working here survives off a spouse, disability, or splitting bills with roommates. Nobody can afford to live on this job alone. That says everything.