tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-60350268006105924692024-02-19T05:06:06.823-08:00Future Endeavors of a BossI decided to start this blog to document my transition from college student to entrepreneur. I just graduated from Columbia and decided to go back home to Washington, DC and help my mom with the family business. Little did I know, she was intending on passing it on to me. This blog will highlight my struggles, happy times, relationships with my new employees, and the transformation I will undergo to become a major boss and CEO like my mom.Whitney Michellehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02469303852875339793noreply@blogger.comBlogger26125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6035026800610592469.post-79058768801858492172011-02-03T07:27:00.000-08:002011-02-03T07:27:28.418-08:00So once again....I've fallen off of the blogging sceneStarting March 1st, I will return to the blogging sceneWhitney Michellehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02469303852875339793noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6035026800610592469.post-45154853876472438632011-01-19T04:58:00.000-08:002011-01-19T04:58:51.262-08:00Its been a long time, I shouldn't have left youLately its been hard for me to blog, especially with all thats going on in my life right now. I created this blog to highlight my steps to taking over my mom's salon and its hard to keep the focus on that. The shop is great and slowly but surely my position there is increasing. I held a wonderful meeting the other day, set some major and important rules effective Feb 1st but I still don't feel like a BOSS. I had so many plans for the salon, I wanted to expand to different cities and even reopen the beauty school my mom once had.<br />
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</div>Being a boss you can't allow your personal life to interfere with your duties. I am learning this the hard way. Until Next Time.....Whitney Michellehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02469303852875339793noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6035026800610592469.post-45254465945760808722011-01-04T06:14:00.000-08:002011-01-04T06:14:19.665-08:00WisdomMy grandma used to say don't care too much for anyone because you were born in this world alone....most of the hardest trials you have to surpass alone and most importantly, when you leave this world its the same way you arrived....alone. She also used to tell me not to like someone more than they like me and that my heart would never get crushed. I definitely didn't listen, and I should have. She was 105 when she died and if that's not wisdom....I don't know what is.<br />
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My family kept asking about my graduation and what gifts I wanted but its only something that mr. Parker can give me. The most amazing gift would be to get engaged. One thing my family helped me notice today was nothing is promised. Not even tomorrow. People always say your'e to young to get married or you should go out and travel the world, but the most I want from life today is Mr. Parker and if tomorrow isn't promised I should have him today....I don't care what anyone says anymore.<br />
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One of the important things that Tabatha mentioned was that your life at home relates strongly with your life at work. Their home was a mess, and their salon was a mess as well. Tabatha decided to have a pajama party and get to know the girls a little more and mend their relationship. The sisters did not respect their boss and older sister. As a result of that, the other employees did not respect her.<br />
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Taking the BOSS position at the salon can be very rewarding but only if majority of your staff is supportive and respectful. I realized that I cannot expect my employees to honor and respect me to when my sister and mother do not. I hold no power until my mother gives it to me. I don't know how long that will take but I hope it comes soon because I have great plans for the salon. My technique and hair care knowledge is expanding rapidly and my marketing ideas are only getting better.<br />
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I can prove to my family that I have what it takes, but I need their faith and their support in order to be the best I can be. Surprisingly, its been really hard to blog lately. I guess my mind is so consumed with work. I have so much to blog about but I just don't know where to start. I'm feeling some kind of way and I don't know what to do with this emotion. :/Whitney Michellehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02469303852875339793noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6035026800610592469.post-31683798510470456392010-12-23T20:31:00.000-08:002010-12-23T20:31:25.455-08:00Christmas...I guess the Holiday Spirit skipped me<span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: black;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: magenta;">I'm so not into lying to children about Santa and elves and crap. Its bad enough some myth gets to take the credit for all your hard work, but to give a child a false idol, or someone to look forward to every year is just wrong. Telling your children there is no Santa is not a crime and you're not stealing their innocence. Christmas is about Jesus, Mary and the manger. Its not about some fat guy crawling down your chimney (when most of us don't even have those) eating your cookies, drinking your milk and leaving you gifts. </span></span><br />
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</div>Whitney Michellehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02469303852875339793noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6035026800610592469.post-59291120499892408482010-12-22T05:56:00.000-08:002010-12-22T19:36:10.033-08:00Blood is thicker than water? I don't agree<span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: black;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: magenta;">One thing I've learned is a hater can disguise themselves in any body. The disappointing thing is that it includes family. A lot of people were raised to believe that blood is thicker than water and that family comes first, but not me. I was raised by a woman who was not my blood but I will put her before ANY blood relative on the Earth. I think relationships are as thick as you allow them to be. </span></span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: black;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: magenta;">I do not believe that family means blood. My entire family is connected through love, not blood. In fact, none of us are blood related but they have proven to be stronger and thicker than cement. They have held me together my whole life. We expect nothing but the best from each other. I just don't understand how someone who wants to announce their relation to you bring up petty things like money and time and favors. When it comes to family, there's no tallying, no favors, no competition. You do things for people because you love them. Even if you don't want to do them...you do them because you were asked. </span></span><br />
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</div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: black; color: magenta;"> He said the cutest thing to me this morning. He was sitting next to me looking at this girl's page on facebook. He asked me to tell her hello. I told him we weren't friends anymore and that we drifted apart. He asked me why and I just said she was a rude, sad person. He goes.."Well does that mean, I cant be her friend?" I said you can still be her friend, he goes..."nevermind, she disrespected you and thats not ok." lmao...He's so grown. Meanwhile, the countdown begins. Although I love my house, this whole being 21 and living with your parents thing is so not cool. I have to find my own place. I can't wait to start transforming the salon. I have so many things planned....can't wait :)</span>Whitney Michellehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02469303852875339793noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6035026800610592469.post-59864138399539804832010-12-19T23:15:00.000-08:002010-12-19T23:15:05.879-08:00Since I won't allow tomorrow to kill me....I know it will make me stronger<span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: black;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: magenta;">Tomorrow is the big day. I'm leaving my lovely apartment in Chicago and Domino(my puppy) and I are headed back to D.C. It's bittersweet. I wish I could pick up my apartment, my friends and a few extra people and move them back with me. Instead, I am being forced to live with my mom again until I can find an affordable place. I've been so used to living alone that I'm not sure if I can smoothly transform into the baby I was before I left for college. </span></span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: black;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: magenta;">I have had a lot against me this semester. Most of the issues I had to deal with were school and relationship related. And when I say relationships, I mean friendships, work relationships, family relationships and my relationship with Mr. Parker. My mom always to told me to accept people for who they are. There are times when you meet someone and you cant stand something about them. If you choose to have that person in your life you can't always think about what you don't like about them...you deal with the person you know and you love them for who they are. This rule goes for any relationship. </span></span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: black;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: magenta;">At times, people misunderstand who I really am and take that for granted. I have seriously matured this semester. I made "executive decisions" and let go of some people, I've made mistakes and I've even made selfish decisions. But the good thing is the people I have chosen to be a part of my life are the people who have accepted me in every skin I've been in. Mr. Parker and I have struggled with my move back to DC. There was a point where the move defined our relationship but we have both accepted it for what it is. We are in this together, and when I feel overwhelmed, Mr. Parker is there with his strong support, and when he's feeling upset, I am there to sooth him and be the voice of reason.</span></span><br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: black;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: magenta;">This is a continuation to the first video I posted. :)</span></span></div>Whitney Michellehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02469303852875339793noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6035026800610592469.post-53866736406733899202010-12-18T16:05:00.000-08:002010-12-18T16:05:01.654-08:00As promised....Me anchoring :)<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: black;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: magenta;">This was the last show I anchored on Metro Minutes. My co-anchor was the lovely Amber </span></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: magenta;"><br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: black;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: magenta;">I'll have more up tomorrow. Coming up next...I'll show you my anchoring skills</span></span>. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
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</span></span></div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: black;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: magenta;">So the semester officially ended yesterday and even though I am now, officially a college Grad...I'm sad about leaving all my friends especially with all that we've gone through together. This is my Metro Minutes class, surprisingly my favorite class of the semester. Ill be including some of my work from this class on my blog very soon :) </span></span><br />
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</tbody></table><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: black;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: magenta;">I love you guys....can't wait to come back and visit...</span></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
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</div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: black;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: magenta;">This year, I've lost a few acquaintances who I believed were my friends but I realized what friendship really meant. </span></span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; background-color: black; font-family: verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: magenta;"><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; background-color: black; font-family: verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: magenta;">I used to wonder why people at the top traveled with their family and very few friends or why the friends they were photographed with were other people at the top. Be around people whose goals are similar or whose goals are higher than yours. Another thing my mom always told me was "Whitney, be around people who have more than you. Because they will inspire you in so many different ways." Now that I'm maturing, I fully understand what she said. Don't be around the weak minded because their weak minds will rub off on you and you will never get to where you are trying to go. </span></span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; background-color: black; font-family: verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: magenta;"><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; background-color: black; font-family: verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: magenta;">If you're around people who have nothing they will try to pull you down with them. (like crabs in a pot) People who have more are genuinely your friend. They don't want you for your money because they have their own, they don't want you for your mind because they have their own. They want you because they like your personality and your strength. So I said all of this to say....</span></span><br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: black; color: magenta;">I have a lot of issues with friendships since I've been in school. From elementary to college, I realized that I trust people too easily and that is not a good trait for a Boss to possess. I've gained friends and enemies and as much as I used to care that everyone liked me, I realize that Bosses and CEO's don't worry what people think about them...because they're bosses and CEO's DUH!!!!!! And neither will I. I look at the people that have walked out, been pushed and even dragged out of my life and it just shows me the weak people I needed to get rid of anyway. I'm not a people pleaser anymore. I am Whitney Michelle and I know I have more support and love than I do hate and jealousy....I'm doing big things....and proud of it. </span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><br />
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<div style="text-align: left;">Britt Brat</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br />
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</div></div>Whitney Michellehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02469303852875339793noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6035026800610592469.post-35722615934259514412010-12-15T18:56:00.000-08:002010-12-15T18:56:50.200-08:00Phase One to becoming a Boss...make executive decisions<span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: black; color: magenta;">I learned that from Mr. Parker. The first thing I did when I found out I would be taking over the business was create a commercial that almost served as a coming out..or welcoming, signing the CEO title over to me. Here it is.....</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: black; color: magenta;">This past year I have realized how much I appreciate my family and friends. But most of all, Mr. Parker has a huge input to why I decided to go home and help instead of venturing out to find my niche in the great world of broadcasting. When I blow Up big...I owe my success to him. </span><br />
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</span>Whitney Michellehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02469303852875339793noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6035026800610592469.post-73250879720784077622010-12-15T17:43:00.000-08:002010-12-15T17:46:48.036-08:00A picture says 1000 words...Here's a few of Me :)<table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody>
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