Auf Wiedersehen, Good night, Peace Out!
Sadly, Maggie’s need for balance in her life means saying goodbye to her Maggie Rants blog.
I moved to the fourth floor of a downtown office building a couple of months ago. Aside from the overall "cool" factor of being downtown, and having an office in a historic building with an awesome

I moved to the fourth floor of a downtown office building a couple of months ago. Aside from the overall "cool" factor of being downtown, and having an office in a historic building with an awesome view, I had to struggle with deciding whether it would be beneficial to be off the beaten path, with no visibility and no walk-in traffic — or whether those factors would end up being the exact opposite of beneficial and cause me untold grief.
Obviously, I decided to take my chances and try to build on the "off-the-beaten-path" factor as a positive aspect of my new location.
So what happens? I've had more would-be walk in traffic in the last two weeks than in the last 10 years. Go figure.
Problem is, I can't handle walk-in traffic. I work by appointment and I have a healthy clientele already. So when people walk in my door and tell me they want to get their nails done, or set up an appointment for their friend/wife/mother-in-law, I have little response for them other than a blank stare that is trying very hard not to be a "what part of by appointment only do you think you're immune to?"
Seriously. This afternoon the door opens and Mr. I-Think-Yellow-Ties-Are-Cool walks in and tells me he'd like to set up an appointment for his wife. To which I responded, "So, would you like to purchase a gift certificate?"
No. He doesn't want to get his wife a gift certificate. He wants to set up an appointment for her to get her nails done for her birthday — tomorrow. After 5. Mind you, I don't know Mr. Yellow-Tie and I don't know his wife. And I have exactly ONE opening left for tomorrow and you can sure as heck bet it ain't after 5.
I told him that I only have the one spot open tomorrow and it's at one in the afternoon. He tells me to "pencil him in."
Well. I decided to do just that. I got his wife's name and his cell number and name and I'll be sure to contact him tomorrow morning to confirm the appointment, but I gotta be honest, I don't expect to be meeting his wife. And I suspect that if I don't contact him to confirm, I'll never hear from him.
I hate having people make appointments for other people. I'd much rather sell them a gift certificate that allows their friend/wife/mother-in-law to make her own appointment at her own convenience.
But to walk into a business and expect to be able to make an appointment for a new client with little more than 24 hours notice? And it doesn't even strike you to ask whether that's even an option? It's about all I can do not to just flat out bust out laughing!
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.