Auf Wiedersehen, Good night, Peace Out!
Sadly, Maggie’s need for balance in her life means saying goodbye to her Maggie Rants blog.
I live under a rock. Figuratively speaking, of course. Not that I wouldn't live under a rock literally if I could find a nice enough rock. But my point is, I have no idea who you're

I live under a rock. Figuratively speaking, of course. Not that I wouldn't live under a rock literally if I could find a nice enough rock. But my point is, I have no idea who you're talking about.
I haven't watched TV in over a year. I don't read the newspaper. I rarely watch movies. I am blissfully — and I do mean blissfully — unaware of most of the things going on in the world outside of my specific interests.
I haven't heard about the horrible thing that happened to that little girl, those teenagers, that woman, etc. And it pains me that this is the sort of news that so many people consider important in their lives.
But that isn't really the point. The point is that I subscribe to People Magazine.
I never read it. It's ridiculously expensive — OK, OK, it does come once a week, so I guess when you take that into consideration, my NAILS Magazine subscription is costing me way more per issue ... but come on! My NAILS subscription is not negotiable! And it has served me far better over the years than any single issue of People.
But I buy People for the salon.
Over the years I have tried all sorts of magazine subscriptions that I not only find personally interesting, but that I think more people should have some exposure to — Cooking Light, Sunset, etc. — only to finally acquiesce to People.
My clients love it. They read it to me while I do their toes. Which is the only way I have any clue who's getting married or divorced or who's dating whom.
I just don't understand why this is so interesting to so many people? I have all the drama I need right here in real life, marching in and out of the salon every day.
Maybe that's just a lobe of my brain that I cleared out to use for knowledge of all things glitter?
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.