Auf Wiedersehen, Good night, Peace Out!
Sadly, Maggie’s need for balance in her life means saying goodbye to her Maggie Rants blog.
You would think by now I would be in the habit of writing down every little thing I hope to remember — like blog ideas.All weekend long I knew exactly what I was going to write

You would think by now I would be in the habit of writing down every little thing I hope to remember — like blog ideas.
All weekend long I knew exactly what I was going to write about today, but now that I have the keyboard under my fingers I have no idea what it was.
Possibly it's because I'm getting old and my brain is crammed too full of stuff to keep track of and I should just get in the habit of jotting down notes when I have a brilliant idea. Or possibly it's because today has been filled with interesting industry drama that has me distracted from whatever it was that I had planned to write about.
Either way, I know that yesterday I had it planned and today I'm two posts ahead of myself, my brain churning with the juicy possibilities of what I'll write about next.
Nope. I am not writing about the drama today. I'm still collecting my thoughts and reactions on the matter and I haven't quite decided where I stand on several of the subjects just yet. You'll just have to wait and see how it unravels. And for that matter, so will I.
In the meantime, I'm writing down my ideas.
Sadly, Maggie’s need for balance in her life means saying goodbye to her Maggie Rants blog.
Maggie recalls the time she tried to figure out how to dispose of her salon chemicals.
With a vacation approaching, Maggie can’t wait to put some distance between herself and the drama of the salon.
Maggie doesn’t hesitate to confront clients about past sins.
How sick is too sick for a nail appointment?
Maggie is fed up with clients who won’t get off the phone.
Maggie needs to remind herself that she has options.
Maggie is trading in one writing genre for another.
Maggie knows too much about sanitation to get excited about a strange Jacuzzi tub.
Maggie is no longer certain nails are in her long-term future.
Maggie is learning about the downside of success — scheduling is a nightmare.
Maggie contemplates the limits of her charitable impulses.
Maggie is not too keen on clients bringing in their own nail supplies.
Just because Maggie isn’t with a client doesn’t mean she’s not working.
Twenty-two years of doing nails takes a toll on the hands.
Maggie doesn’t want her product reps dropping by.
Maggie enjoys other people’s drama — up to a point.