Auf Wiedersehen, Good night, Peace Out!
Sadly, Maggie’s need for balance in her life means saying goodbye to her Maggie Rants blog.
Maggie appreciates her clients’ gifts — though there are some she finds puzzling.

Not every client includes me on her gift-giving list. Most of my clients who bake or make candy for the holidays bring me a plate of goodies. I like that. A lot. Some people bring me coffee mugs, Starbucks gift cards, and boxed candies from See’s, or whatever Costco is hocking this year. And, every so often, people give me cash.
It’s the years when someone who normally brings me a $15 giant jar of Jelly Belly’s didn’t go shopping that makes me scratch my head and wonder. Because when they hand me their credit card and tell me to “just run that for $100” because they didn’t get around to shopping this year, I can’t help but wonder how their math works.
How do you figure that you normally spend $10-$20 on your nail tech when you bring a box of candy or a gift card, but if you’re just going to dump cash into her bank account, she’s suddenly worth three to six times as much?
*shrug* Go figure.
Either way, I appreciate that they think of me at all. But if this is the way they do math, I can live with more people not making it to Costco this year!
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.