Auf Wiedersehen, Good night, Peace Out!
Sadly, Maggie’s need for balance in her life means saying goodbye to her Maggie Rants blog.
Maggie wonders why it is that clients still don’t know how to sit and extend their hands properly.

I just don’t understand people. In oh-so many ways.
But why do I constantly have to tell clients to pull their chair in and actually sit at my desk?
Why do they leave the chair three feet away from the desk, all askew where the last person left it?
Why do they need to actually be told to skooch in?
How can they not tell that their hands are too far away from me?
How can they not tell that I can’t get a grasp on their hand if they are sitting sideways in their chair?
Why don’t they know that moving their hands means I can’t do their nails?
Why is it a big surprise to them that leaning over to fish their cell phone out of their purse moves the hand I’m working on?
How does a client who has worn gel for seven years still not understand that the gel won’t cure if it isn’t under the light? And that it’s sticky till I wipe it off?
Nearly 22 years now and I’m still repeating the same mantras: “Skooch your chair in, sit up straight, facing me...relax your hands...please stop dancing...go ahead and keep your phone on the table so you don’t have to take your hands away from me when it rings...”
And last week I had a client who was utterly confused as to why I kept moving her drink to her side of the table. She kept placing it right in front of her, on my side of the arm rest, right where her arm would rest as I held it.
When I told her I was going to have to have her keep it over on the corner of her side of the table, she looked at me with such sincere confusion as she asked why.
Uhhhh...I dunno? Because that’s where our hands will be during the service? And someone is going to hit that cup and knock it over and juice is going to go everywhere.
It’s like they think I’ve never done this before...It’s like they’ve never done this before.
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.