Auf Wiedersehen, Good night, Peace Out!
Sadly, Maggie’s need for balance in her life means saying goodbye to her Maggie Rants blog.
I think I'm getting old. Old enough to fret about insurance and retirement and whether or not I will physically be able to continue doing nails until I'm ready to retire ... or at least until

I think I'm getting old. Old enough to fret about insurance and retirement and whether or not I will physically be able to continue doing nails until I'm ready to retire ... or at least until I can retire.
You know you've hit that age when you find yourself allotting more of your monthly budget to insurance than to shoes.
I have business insurance — including professional liability coverage — health insurance, and accident insurance. What I don't have is disability insurance.
In the beginning, I simply couldn't afford it. I was lucky if I could afford my booth rent back then! And anything left over at the end of the week went for products and shoes.
When I started making enough money to feel secure enough to take on some financial responsibilities, I chose silly things like my own apartment (no roommates — can we say "ahhhhhhhh”?) and a car that got me from point A to point B reliably.
Of course, I was in my 20s. The notion that I would ever need insurance was hard to grasp, even though, intellectually, I still understood that I should get it.
And even though the trade magazines have run more than one "why you need disability insurance" article over the last 19 years, the thing that none of those articles have mentioned is what it costs.
First off, what they don't mention is that you will be required to prove your income in order to get disability insurance, and then it's going to cost you dearly. I believe my last quote was darn near 10% of my income! And I also discovered that many insurance companies require a minimum income to qualify ... so if your adjusted gross personal income is less than $22K, it can be hard to find disability insurance at all.
It gets complicated and has by far been the most difficult insurance to purchase that I've ever looked in to.
At this point I have come to the obvious conclusion that losing a hand or an eye is simply not an option. Besides, as long as I can still work, not only will I not need disability insurance, but I'll be able to buy more shoes.
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.