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Sadly, Maggie’s need for balance in her life means saying goodbye to her Maggie Rants blog.
So you recall the other day when I said I Minxed my tootsies instead of being productive and organizing my nail art drawer? First off, this morning that came back to bite me in the butt when

So you recall the other day when I said I Minxed my tootsies instead of being productive and organizing my nail art drawer?
First off, this morning that came back to bite me in the butt when a client wanted Fimo slices embedded in her nails. Fimo falls into the category of nail art doodads that I wish my clients liked better than they actually do. So I wasn't really prepared to use them. So it took me 10 minutes this morning of desperately dumping everything out of my chaos-drawer to find them. I actually found the unsliced canes before I found the little container of slices that I'd diligently prepared months ago. I thought that wouldn't be a big deal; I'd just slice some up on the spot. You think I could find my razor blades?
Fortunately, I found the slices in my quest for a blade. My client is sporting Fimo slices and I even managed to get most of the stuff that I took out of my drawer back in the drawer. I don't know how everything fit in there the first time, but I found a place for the extra stuff, so all is well.
I was showing off my Minxed toes, working the soft-sell, y'know, when my client asked me if I had Band-Aids on my toes!
Well I don't think they look like Band-Aids! I think they look pretty stinkin' cute!
Since when do Band-Aids come with little hibiscus flowers and fit on toenails?
Hrmph.
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.