It is now 4:32 pm on Thursday afternoon. I had hoped to work on this post much earlier today but, as it turns out, this is not only my first chance to touch the computer, but also the first chance I've had to stand up, dust myself off, go to the bathroom, and get a cup of coffee (yes, even this late in the day) — and I still haven't checked voicemail.
Now that I'm sitting in front of the computer with the intention of writing my blog, I have totally forgotten what it was that I was going to talk about today! I got to ranting about something this morning while I was doing Lina's nails and I said, "Remind me later, this is what I'm going to blog about."
Well. Lina's been gone for hours now. That's one of the downfalls of working alone — the only people you can say, "remind me" to are people you won't see again for two weeks.
Over the last two weeks I have turned out some really cool nails. Which — as I mentioned a few days ago — is always fun. The problem is that I put those pictures up on the Internet and in my photo albums and, invariably, another client sees them and sits down at her regularly scheduled one-hour time slot, plops her hands on my desk and announces, "I want Harry Potter nails too."
Ummmmm... those nails took me 2 1/2 hours (I hate drawing people) and I had three-weeks advance notice when we booked her appointment. Oh yeah... and it cost her $120.
And just the other day I posted that I was going to use my "OMG I don't owe as much for taxes as I'd expected" money to buy rhinestones ... so now I have a bunch of people coming in and telling me they can't wait till I get my rhinestones because they want rhinestones.
Why don't they think I have rhinestones now? All those pictures of nails adorned with rhinestones on my website/Facebook in my photo albums? Do they think I've been Photoshopping those in? I've had rhinestones since before I had a license to do nails! All you have to do is tell me, "Hey Maggie! I'd really like some rhinestones on my nails!"
But those are going to cost too. I just can't bling ’em up with 100 size-12 genuine Swarovski crystals without charging extra. But that's not the same as not having them.
Ugh. It amazes — and sometimes pains — me every time I am reminded that even my most bestest, favorite-est clients in the world remain clueless as to what constitutes a special request or an unreasonable assumption. And I don't mean that in an angry, irritated way. I mean it in a tired, slightly amused way.
I could go on about a dozen things, but I really can't help but wonder what it was that I had planned to talk about. I'll have to ask Lina.