Auf Wiedersehen, Good night, Peace Out!
Sadly, Maggie’s need for balance in her life means saying goodbye to her Maggie Rants blog.
I spent all those years back in school learning how to write coherently, so that I could sound educated and knowledgeable when I write a paper, or a letter, or a blog post. (OK, so I
I spent all those years back in school learning how to write coherently, so that I could sound educated and knowledgeable when I write a paper, or a letter, or a blog post. (OK, so I had no idea I'd ever write such a thing as a "blog" back when I was in high school!) And for the most part, I still believe that being able to present yourself as literate and articulate is an important part of written communication.
So I had to laugh at myself last weekend when I found myself following a link from Twitter to Yahoo Answers to try to lend my input to the girl who wanted to know how to "take off fake nails." Mind you, her question specifically mentioned that they were not acrylic.
First things first — why do so many people think you should soak your fingers in warm water to get your nails off?
At any rate, after sifting through the seven or eight replies that gave that advice, or other "advice" that didn't take into account the possibility that she might be wearing something that won't soak off so simply (especially if you're just soaking them in water), I found myself specifically trying to "dumb down" my reply in order to be sure that my answer would be taken seriously.
I was amused at myself as I realized I was trying to use smaller words and intentionally improper grammar in order to "be taken seriously," but I do think it's an important revelation for those of us who tend to hit the space bar between "a" and "lot"; sometimes we need to remember that technical terminology comes across as snobbery. And if the person you're talking to thinks that you're a know-it-all snob, they stop listening to you, even if you're the one with the right answer.
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.