What a PITA
And I don’t mean the bread! Well, the case of the Maggie-imposter seems to have been handled with swift and iron-fisted justice; it’s now just another footnote in the adventures of being me. But the experience of
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And I don’t mean the bread! Well, the case of the Maggie-imposter seems to have been handled with swift and iron-fisted justice; it’s now just another footnote in the adventures of being me. But the experience of
That's how I feel sometimes. Especially now, when I'm in the process of changing my business checking to a new bank, changing my credit card processing account from the sub-account under the salon owner where I
Last night while we were making dinner, the BF and I got to discussing Enterprise Rent-A-Car. More so, we were discussing Enterprise’s policy of requiring a bachelor's degree in order to be in management in the
Since I just wrote about calculating booked-ness (if I can spell it, it’s a word!) I figured this would be a good time to write this post too. There’s no such thing as a full book. OK ...
You probaby haven’t forgotten that I broke my wrist. Actually, the doctor’s report uses the word “shattered.” *gulp* No wonder it hurts.The orthopedist has me off work till the first of the year, a total of
A few years ago I went through a major burn-out. It was bad. I was so over doing nails I was packing up my polish. Problem was, I didn't know what else I wanted to do.
You know what I hate? I hate being treated as "just the manicurist." It's not the clients who do this the most, it's people who are in the industry. Hairstylists, supply stores, sales reps — they
For the most part, I think I’m pretty wise to the fact that we — as professionals — are all different. The industry is comprised of thousands of different people working within it and almost as
The other night, lying in bed, trying to convince myself that 11 o’clock is a perfectly acceptable time to be in bed (I’m a night person. Going to bed before 1 a.m. doesn’t really jibe with
Twenty-one years ago today (as I write this on October 2), I was a terrified 22 year old sitting in a room in a Fairfield, Calif., office complex, taking my California Manicuring State Board Exam. I had