Auf Wiedersehen, Good night, Peace Out!
Sadly, Maggie’s need for balance in her life means saying goodbye to her Maggie Rants blog.
All my Facebook friends know that this week has been a rough one for me. After coming back from vacation all primed and pumped and ready to tackle another 21 years of doing nails and not

All my Facebook friends know that this week has been a rough one for me. After coming back from vacation all primed and pumped and ready to tackle another 21 years of doing nails and not having a long enough break to breathe between clients last week...this Monday dawned with a significantly slower schedule.
But that’s fine. I have about a zillion non-nail things to get done and I was looking forward to a couple of less hectic days in the salon.
Then, on Monday afternoon (mind you, I work a Monday-Friday work week), a new client who was booked for a full set texted me about half an hour before her appointment to let me know that she was stuck in an appointment in a town 40 minutes away. She offered to pay me any cancellation fee she might owe as a result of the late notice, but I assured her that I appreciated that she gave me notice pretty much as soon as she knew she wasn’t going to make it so I wouldn’t charge her. I also offered to reschedule her to another day this week.
And that was the last I ever heard from her.
So I’m left with a feeling like maybe she was just looking to get out of the appointment. Maybe someone else offered her a better deal. Maybe she decided she didn’t want her nails done after all. Maybe she joined a cult, renounced all worldly possessions, and moved to an Aleutian island. But she never replied to me at all, which leaves me feeling stood up, despite her notification.
Tuesday was a new day, however. And it was scheduled to begin with a new client and a full set. This particular client had been quite insistent on getting ahold of me, leaving me voicemail, texting me, and messaging me via Facebook for an appointment. I was really looking forward to her set, as she had told me how much she loves Halloween and wanted me to do a whole set of Halloween-themed nails.
I had booked off three hours for this set and I was looking forward to it. I stopped feeling so enthusiastic when I was still sitting here waiting for her at 15 after...and 20 after...and, well. Then I just gave up altogether. Never heard from her again.
Then, yesterday, I got text messages from both full sets that had been scheduled for today.
It’s pretty rare these days to have this many no-show/late cancellations in a week, but it sure does take the wind out of my sails when it does happen.
Looks like I might have to seriously revisit my cancellation policy — I certainly have enough time to rewrite my policies now.
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.