Auf Wiedersehen, Good night, Peace Out!
Sadly, Maggie’s need for balance in her life means saying goodbye to her Maggie Rants blog.
I have been on the great quest for the Perfect Product [insert sound of angels singing] but, alas [dramatic sigh], I fear there is none.Part of the problem comes from looking at techs posting pictures to
I have been on the great quest for the Perfect Product [insert sound of angels singing] but, alas [dramatic sigh], I fear there is none.
Part of the problem comes from looking at techs posting pictures to Instagram of grown-out nails that are labeled “five weeks = quality.”
Well, I believe I have shared my thoughts on that. But it still gets to ya, ya know? Like, somewhere deep in my brain, those photos suggest that all their clients can go five weeks and come back with their nails looking perfect still. And you know what? I bet they can’t. I bet they have a handful of clients who can pull that off and those are the clients they post pictures of. I should start snapping pix of my clients who can go five weeks. I actually have several also.
But then again... I have a handful of problem children who can’t seem to manage two weeks without losing three nails. And I have a couple with lifting problems no matter what I do.
So I go through these phases where I set out on a hunt for the Perfect Product. And it just doesn’t exist.
The ones who never lift, never lift. No matter what I put on them. And the problem children are problem children — no matter what I put on them.
Some of that is because some people insist on using their nails as screwdrivers. Some people insist on wearing their nails three-inches long. Some people chew on their nails. Some people are just problem lifters.
It is a hard truth to accept. I have a hard time relinquishing that control, coming to terms with the apparent fact that I do not have a solution to every nail problem. That some people are just going to continue to lift. It has nothing to do with the quality of my services, or my products.
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.