Toxic: A hairstylist’s story of formaldehyde poisoning

When I started my first official apprentice job I knew that I would not stay there more than a year.  Bad education, drama, a dog running around and client services averaging 5 hours with lackluster results turned me off.  I always figured that my leaving would be based on witnessing one too many foil bleeds for my liking.  My plan was to leave once I was certain my resume was solid, and nothing could stand in the way of my next apprentice job. Everything was set.  Yet I found myself  sitting here in a daze, having just quit my job, without a clue as to what my next move will be.

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