Auf Wiedersehen, Good night, Peace Out!
Sadly, Maggie’s need for balance in her life means saying goodbye to her Maggie Rants blog.
Allow me to introduce myself. My name is Maggie. It isn’t really; it’s actually “Marjorie,” but when I finally got around to starting my career as a professional nail artist I decided “Maggie” conjured up a more
Allow me to introduce myself.
My name is Maggie. It isn’t really; it’s actually “Marjorie,” but when I finally got around to starting my career as a professional nail artist I decided “Maggie” conjured up a more attractive image than “Marge”— especially since I was only 22 at the time. I didn’t want people seeing my work on a client, asking who did their nails, and upon hearing “Marge” picturing an older woman with a bottle of Palmolive on her desk. So I officially started introducing myself as “Maggie” and the nickname has suited me just fine.
I have been doing nails for 16 years, professionally. Of course, like so many who find themselves behind the sculpting brush, I actually started doing nails long before I made it my profession.
I have been a booth renter, an employee, a salon owner, an employee, an independent contractor, a salon owner, and back to booth renter again. Currently I rent a booth at Attitudes Salon in my hometown of Visalia, Calif. I’ve been with Attitudes for a year and a half now. I work with three hairstylists, another nail tech, and ... my mom.
Some readers will recognize me from occasional mentions in NAILS Magazine and from the NailTech mailing list and message boards at BeautyTech.com where I’ve worked hard for nearly 10 years to build my reputation as a pot-stirrer with verbose and often controversial posts.
At home I have a boyfriend, two dogs, and a 1991 Jeep Cherokee named “Drippy.”
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.