Auf Wiedersehen, Good night, Peace Out!
Sadly, Maggie’s need for balance in her life means saying goodbye to her Maggie Rants blog.
The other day I was reading an article the BF left open on the computer for me. The article was about a poll done of college seniors about to enter the work force and what they

The other day I was reading an article the BF left open on the computer for me. The article was about a poll done of college seniors about to enter the work force and what they expected from their new careers. Some crazy number of them (like 70%) said they would rather accept a lower salary than not have access to Facebook.
Wow. But I found myself focusing on the claim that the average person uses three or more "devices" daily at work. That seemed ridiculous to me. Really? THREE? Ormore?
So here I am, counting my devices: My laptop (I use it for my calendar and as my radio in the salon), my cell phone (my primary phone for business), and now my iPod Touch (which I've opted to use for my new Squareup account for taking credit cards, mostly because I just don't love handing my cell phone over to everyone).
Then one of my clients pointed out that I also use a Bluetooth headset.
When did I become assimilated?!
Today I also officially joined the wireless generation. The AT&T technician came in and discabooberated my telephone landline. And naturally, somehow my computer no longer behaves properly.
Which seems odd considering the technician never actuallytouchedmy computer.
And I get to unplug the telephone and the old credit card processing terminal and find a place to store them until I either find a new home for them or get comfortable with the idea that I'll never need them again.
When did being a nail technician get so technical?
(P.S. It took me an extra 40 minutes to send this post to my editor because I had to contact tech support and have the BIOS updated on the computer just so I could upload that dang photo because the computer suddenly decided it didn't have any peripherals! GRRRRRR!)
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.