So here I am, sitting on the couch, staring at my laptop. It’s 11:35 am and this blog should have been written and submitted by now. But here I sit. Sometimes it’s hard for me to know what my loyal readers want to hear from me. I think I know what my editors want but am I writing for them? No.

So what do you, the Competition Insider reader want to know? The winners of the last competition? Sure but you can find that elsewhere. Pictures of the nails I did? Yeah yeah (sarcasm inserted). How about some real dirt this week? How about a story from the competition floor?

Hmm…

On the last day of competition at Premiere, just before the briefing for the salon success competition, my model went to get a cup of coffee from the cart and a fellow competitor got in line behind her. This competitor started to chat her up and asked her if she would take a hundred dollars to leave? My model, thinking it was a joke, giggled and politely refused, but this person upped the ante. Two hundred dollars? She smiled and said no thank you. Five hundred dollars? Wait, what?! This person had money in their hand. Imagine my shock when I heard this story! One of my “fellow competitors” was actually trying to bribe my model to leave.

Sabotage.

Is this what it has come to? I’ve become so good at what I do that the only way to beat me is through obstruction?! I’m flattered.

Fortunately for me, my model flat out refused and walked away — and as soon as the competition was over, she spilled the beans to me about her little interaction with this person. But it begs the question of integrity amongst my peers. Was it in jest? I like to think so, if not for the money in hand....

Until next time....

— Lynn