Auf Wiedersehen, Good night, Peace Out!
Sadly, Maggie’s need for balance in her life means saying goodbye to her Maggie Rants blog.
So the other day I came home and was updating the BF about my current “Weakest Link.” I've been wrestling with myself lately about this client because, quite frankly, I'm just not that into her, and

So the other day I came home and was updating the BF about my current “Weakest Link.” I've been wrestling with myself lately about this client because, quite frankly, I'm just not that into her, and I really need to cut her loose. For some reason though, I just keep rebooking her.
While I was filling the BF in on the latest drama I mentioned that I really need to oust this one, then I mentioned that actually, there are two. Then I took a deep breath and threw my hands up in defeat.
There are always two.
The BF cocked his head to one side upon hearing this announcement and said, "like the Sith?"
OMG. Did my boyfriend just compare my clientele to “Star Wars”? Yes. Yes, he did.
And WOW! What a great analogy! Yes. There are always two. Two clients in my book who have a way of sucking the life out of every room they walk through. Whose very names in my book cause the jaw to clench, the eyes to roll, and the storm clouds to gather in my soul.
If I manage to get rid of one of the two, someone else will move up — or rather down — to fill the void.
There are always two. Just like the Sith.
So the problem is that I have these two clients who just make me want to hang myself rather than have to listen to them tell me how miserable and unhappy they are, but if I get rid of these two clients, I'll just end up with two more who make me cringe. It's been like this since I started doing nails.
They aren't necessarily bad clients. This particular couple are good clients; they both keep regular appointments, they take care of their nails, have beautiful nails to work on, and claim to love me — and they've both been with me for a long time. Long enough to have developed a pattern of behavior.
They never tip, or bring me coffee, or remember my birthday — which in and of itself is fine since a significant percentage of my clients don't either. But add to this their generally miserable, negative, soul-sucking personalities, and the times they do miss an appointment (and never apologize) or bounce a check (and don't bring the cash till their next appointment), it all adds up to not enough brownie points banked to make up for annoying me.
I've had worse clients, which is probably why I just keep plodding along with these two. If there have to be two, I guess these two will do.
Sadly, Maggie’s need for balance in her life means saying goodbye to her Maggie Rants blog.
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