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College junior Alex Abrams scores her dream job at the ripe age of twenty – manager to a successful salon and spa. Thrilled to finally have a real adult job, Alex enthusiastically jumps into the world of schedules, conference calls, and getting a massage when interviewing prospective employees. What she doesn’t expect are the very grown-up issues that comes with a demanding boss. Kevin Dohlman quickly becomes Alex’s worse nightmare – covering up his affairs, dealing with his enormous ego, and trying to protect her female staff from him becomes a full-time job in its own right. Alex has also befriended Kevin’s wife and co-owner, Dani, and is trying to keep Kevin’s secrets hidden from her. The situation only worsens when Kevin starts paying Alex off to make sure she keeps her insider knowledge to herself.
While struggling to keep her wits and stay happy with her new grown-up job, Alex is juggling college courses, a new love interest, and keeping up with her close group of girlfriends. When her roommate and best friend Lila gets offered an opportunity to move to Los Angeles and sign with an agent, Alex realizes her life truly is changing, and everyone around her – including herself – is is growing up. Knowing she is faced with some hard decisions ahead, Alex struggles with keeping her job at Blissful. But does she really want to throw away what she dreamed of as a career – or will the secret-keeping for Kevin become too much to handle? The Green Ticket is a story about morals versus money, and how one young woman navigates the shaky line between the two.
While struggling to keep her wits and stay happy with her new grown-up job, Alex is juggling college courses, a new love interest, and keeping up with her close group of girlfriends. When her roommate and best friend Lila gets offered an opportunity to move to Los Angeles and sign with an agent, Alex realizes her life truly is changing, and everyone around her – including herself – is is growing up. Knowing she is faced with some hard decisions ahead, Alex struggles with keeping her job at Blissful. But does she really want to throw away what she dreamed of as a career – or will the secret-keeping for Kevin become too much to handle? The Green Ticket is a story about morals versus money, and how one young woman navigates the shaky line between the two.
Chapter 1
Bustling salon and spa seeking a full time
manager to oversee daily operations. Job duties will include but will not be
limited to: hiring and scheduling staff, assisting with appointment management,
scheduling training opportunities, dealing with cash flow, marketing and
advertising of the business, and ensuring salon and spa is run with class and
enthusiasm. No experience in salon and spa business is required, but a business
degree is preferred. Serious, enthusiastic, and hard-working individuals please
email resume and cover letter to lanidohlman@blissfulsalonandspa.com. Hours
will vary, pay is negotiable and based on experience.
I cracked my knuckles
against my palm, tiny pops of the bad habit music to my ears. A manager at a
salon and spa? This job listing was practically screaming my name. I didn’t
have any experience with managing a salon - or anywhere for that matter - but I
loved getting my hair done. And mani/pedis. And my bushy eyebrows needed a good
hot wax job at least once every thirty days.
I bookmarked the job listing, making a note to myself on my daily to-do list
sitting next to my laptop. Polish resume, I scrawled, right
after 60 minutes Pilates/yoga workout and finish
cleaning bathroom.
Lila burst through the door at that moment, her long blonde hair flying behind
her. “We must work out tonight. Please come and motivate me. I’m getting my
pictures taken in two weeks and I really need to drop some weight. And tone up.
Look firm. Look good. The TV adds ten pounds you know. Did you get your
assignment done yet for Bater’s class? I need to work on that ,too.” Even
though Lila Medlin had been my best friend for years, the speed at which she
does everything could still amaze me. I watched her beautiful virgin hair
(she’s a natural blonde the bitch) barely make it past the doorframe before
getting slammed.
“You’re in luck. I was going to do some Pilates and yoga tonight anyways. Just
do it with me. That will help firm and tighten you. Even though you know I
don’t think you need it.”
“When I fit into your size two jeans, I’ll finally start listening.” Lila
walked into the kitchen, opening cabinets then the refrigerator. “We have no
food! Want to order a pizza or something? Ooh, maybe some wings? I’m craving
hot sauce.”
I walked into the kitchen behind her, peering into the depths of our pathetic
excuse for a dorm fridge. “We have food. Here’s a bag of lettuce, some carrot
sticks back here, and croutons in the cabinet. I snagged some packets of ranch
from the lounge yesterday. Voila–– let’s make a salad!”
Lila pulled a face, reacting like I asked her to go on Survivor and eats
cockroaches. “Uh, yeah, salad sounds great if I was trying to starve myself,
Alex. I’m craving real food, not rabbit food.”
I held my hands up in surrender. “You’re the one talking about toning and
firming up. I’m just saying a salad will give you better odds then buffalo
wings.”
Lila had a dream to be an entertainment reporter, and was itching for the
chance to get out of Dodge- or rather, Iowa. Lila and I had been best friends
since we came to Kaufman College in Des Moines three years ago, and had been
living together for two. We wanted to move out on our own and get a house, but
neither of us had the financials to support that yet. Lila was saving every
penny to put towards photography sessions, voice lessons, and even acting
classes. Her big goal was to head out to Los Angeles and somehow land an
audition for Buzzworthy, the hottest celebrity news show. I supported her goal
of being a reporter, even though I had no idea how to help her achieve it.
My goals weren’t as specific as Lila’s. Mainly, I wanted to be able to stand on
my own two feet and stop relying on my sister for everything. Alicia was my big
sister, married to Craig Bowersworth and living with their five kids in
Seattle. Craig’s job as a political campaign manager led them to many places,
but Alicia fell in love with Seattle the minute she laid eyes on the rainy
landscape, so they settled down there. Alicia was a stay at home mom, but with
Craig’s income, they don’t need the extra money. Alicia helped me stay
financially afloat by sending me money each month. I held down stray jobs here
and there, but still hadn’t quite figured out what I want to do when I grow up.
I was studying Business Leadership and Entrepreneurship at college, and was
still waiting to see where the wind would blow me.
“Fine, fine, a salad it is. Can you whip one up for me quick? I need to put my
face on before Joel comes over.”
“What time is he stopping by?”
“He said around five. He has some study group thing tonight so he wanted to
drop by and see me before that.” Joel Lohrbach had been Lila’s boyfriend for
just over year, starting when we were sophomores in college. Lila fell hard and
fast for Joel, and the attraction still baffled me. Joel was short and geeky,
with spiked black hair and big glasses that did not make a fashion statement,
and always has his nose in a book. Lila was tall, blonde and gorgeous, with
ambitions to live in sunny LA and schmooze with celebrities. Joel was not
agreeable to Lila’s future plans. I had no idea what would happen if Lila
actually made it in the entertainment biz. I wouldn’t mind seeing them breakup.
I thought Joel was a dick to Lila more than a sweetheart. But she loved him.
“Okay, get your makeup on and we’ll eat some salad and change for the gym. And
you can help me look at this job I’m thinking about applying for. Tell me if
you get good vibes or not.” Lila always says she gets “vibes” about certain
things, such as if the elective I want to sign up for will be a brain buster or
if the new Chinese restaurant in town has bugs in their food. And she’s usually
pretty spot on.
“No problem. Are you thinking about leaving Tastie’s again?” Lila’s voice was
muffled as she shouted out from the bathroom.
I put a healthy portion of lettuce in two plastic cereal bowls, quickly diced
up the carrots and sprinkled those in, and shook the worn bag of croutons over
the top. After smothering the salads with ranch dressing, officially
taking them from a healthy snack to a questionable one with the rich,
calorie-laden topping, I was satisfied. Finding two clean forks in our utensil
drawer was somewhat of a challenge, since neither of us were big on washing
dishes, and I took a seat at our two-person table shoved in the back corner of
our minuscule kitchen.
“Did you hear me? Are you thinking about leaving Tastie’s?” Lila came back into
the kitchen, her face glowing and her blue eyes popping, even though she looked
like she had no makeup on. I had yet to master the natural look like she
could–– wearing two tons of concealer, highlighter, blush, shadow, liner, and mascara,
and looking like she had just woken up. Mine always ends up looking like clown
makeup when I try.
I dug into my salad, loading up my fork with lettuce and a crouton. “Yeah, just
thinking about it, though. I’m getting tired of all my Friday and Saturday
nights getting spent with sleazy guys. But the money is really helping me build
up my savings account. I can’t live off Alicia forever.”
“I know, but look how good you’re doing saving money. You won’t be a waitress
forever.”
“I wish I knew what I did want to be. How hard is it to figure out a career,
especially as a junior in college? Shouldn’t I have this down already so I can
stop taking all these electives?”
“Some people need more time. You’ll figure it out. If you don’t by the time I
hit the high road out of this state, just come to LA with me. You could
probably find a job out there in a heartbeat.”
“As what?”
“A model! An actress! I could get all the exclusive scoops on which designer
you’re wearing and who you’re making a sex tape with next, and we could rule
the world out there.”
“Lila, I won’t be making sex tapes with anyone in the foreseeable future. And
the unforeseeable future, you perv.” I dug out the last crouton from the bottom
of the bowl, crunching it between my teeth. “Besides, that lifestyle just isn’t
for me. I don’t like being the center of attention. I would rather be behind
the scenes.”
My Book is Here!
Self-publishing can be really difficult for authors if you
start out with virtually no fan base. Self-publishing can be really difficult
for authors even if they start out with a virtual fan base. Self-publishing
simply is not for everyone. I started my book/women’s lifestyle blog ChickLitPlus in 2009, and I did this because of that
age-old cliché I always hear: “It’s not what you know, it’s who you know.” I
actually thought I would be traditionally published, and I thought this blog
would be a way to possibly connect
with other writers or perhaps even agents. Well, my little blog opened up my
world in a very surreal way. So many opportunities (albeit mostly self-made)
and plethora of connections have come my way since. I mean – I interviewed THE
Emily Giffin over the phone!
When it became clear the publishing industry had changed
dramatically, I was okay and confident in my decision to self-publish. Why?
Because I already had support from other authors and readers. People were
asking to read my book before it was even finished. And when I did hit
“publish” and saw my book for sale on Amazon, my 2000+ Twitter followers were
on it – they knew my book was here. Having
that support was amazing, and I can’t imagine not having that and still having
the publishing success that I have had.
Samantha March Bio:
Samantha March is an author, editor, publisher, blogger, and
all around book lover. She runs the popular book/women’s lifestyle blog
ChickLitPlus, which keeps her bookshelf stocked with the latest reads and up to
date on all things health, fitness, fashion, and celebrity related. In 2011 she
launched her independent publishing company Marching Ink and her debut novel
Destined to Fail. When she isn’t reading, writing, or blogging, you can find
her cheering for the Green Bay Packers.
Thanks for having me Emily!
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