Who Could Blame Her, Really?
Those of you familiar with MySpace have probably received one of those messages saying your profile picture has been used on some other site. Hopefully you didn’t go clicking on the site because they are almost
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Those of you familiar with MySpace have probably received one of those messages saying your profile picture has been used on some other site. Hopefully you didn’t go clicking on the site because they are almost
So, a few weeks ago I had a voicemail from my sales rep. He left me a bright, cheery message all amped up about the new product that his company just released — it's revolutionary and
Just to continue on the theme a little here, aside from Facebook updating, what about all the other free marketing venues that are available? Every day I encounter another nail tech (or two or three or a
I think I have sufficiently covered the fact that I think personal digital electronics peaked in 2004. That was the year I loved my Palm Pilot, my cell phone, and my computer operating system. Everything since
I always try to send holiday cards. My goal is to get them in the mail on the Monday after Thanksgiving. HAH! One year I actually handed each client their card as I saw them —
Well here it is — tax season again. OK. Admittedly, tax season is pretty much over at this point, what with the deadline so close that my tax preparer-clients are now counting it down in hours.Nevertheless,
So this weekend I made the trek up to Sacramento (a three- to four-hour drive) to attend a tradeshow sponsored by, ahem, as they say on the talk shows “another network.” So the BF and I
Sometimes I avoid confrontation. Not because it makes me nervous or because I’m afraid to face anyone, but because I’m so #$!@ing mad that I know I won’t be able to remain coherent, let alone professional. So
That’s what they said when they asked me to do this blog. They said they wanted someone who is working “in the trenches.” Which I interpret as meaning someone who is a working nail tech, making
Whew. My editor tells me that I should not send her epic entries very often. I wrote those last three posts all at once, e-mailed it in, and let my poor editor earn her paycheck. For