G is for Going Godzilla

Note: I'm throwing my hat into the A-Z Blogging challenge sponsored by Tossing it out! What you will be reading via the letters A-Z is a little bio about me. This will give you a glimpse into my work world and what I do when I'm not here - blogging. 

My original choice was "G is for Good Guys and Great Gals" and as you can imagine it would have been a great post...but I am in the process of Going Godzilla on my Gmail account during the time I had set aside for writing my A-Z Challenge post. (where is the letter "F" when you need it)

I will do a supplemental post at a later date - I know you will love it, because it’s all about you - Good Guys and Great Gals!

Tomorrow, at the crack of dawn I will be hauling my cute little tush to my friendly neighbourhood Mac store to have a little One to One regarding my Mac Mail.

Can you believe that my Proofreader is suggesting I change “at the crack of dawn” to “very early” - someone in the Apple Corporation is in serious need of some time out in public - come on, really...it doesn’t even sound right...oh well...focus...time is running out and I want to get this done - my beauty sleep beckons.

I’ve had my Mac now for two weeks and five days, and I’m please to say I've taken to it quickly, I’m very comfortable on it and I’m feeling the “lovin’ it” vibes - I can’t believe I didn’t jump the PC ship years ago...until...about two hours ago. 

Obviously my learning curve will be going on for at least another week given this little set back. 

Oh, it’s not that I can’t get mail through Gmail, no, no, the problem I’m having is I can’t delete my Mail that has already been sent to the Trash, it just keeps coming back. 

This may sound like a "nothing" problem, but I'm a "why" girl - I need to know why something is happening and what to do about it - particularly with respect to technology.

You see, when I delete the Gmail Inbox Folder of mail and then delete the Trash Folder it redirects all the deleted mail back, only it doubles it and suddenly I've got a Gagillion (clever use of "G" - did you notice that) emails filling up my world!

Now, I like mail, don't get me wrong, but a repeat of what I've already read isn't my idea of a good system.

I'm sure this is not a "real" problem compared to what's going on in the world, but it has got my nickers in a knot (floss will do that, you know) and I'm not a happy little camper about it either!! (two exclamation marks - that really tells you something, doesn't it)

For me, all I can say is there better be a logical explanation and a mighty fast solution or, sadly it will be time to haul out my tool box----and you know what that means. 

Remember my birthday post..no, well maybe it’s time you got to know me better! Just click on this ♡ and you can take a read - no hurry, this post will still be here when you get back.

I’m going to say Good Night; I'm off to bed now and tomorrow I will deal with my "trash" situation, failing any decent outcome I will be Going Godzilla and seriously taking out the trash!

Until H...

A little extra "F" just for Fun... (an added bonus!)

NOTE: MY ORIGINAL "F" POSTING FOLLOWS THIS ONE - SO JUST SCROLL ON DOWN IF YOU WANT TO CATCH TODAY'S OFFERINGS: F IS FOR FACING FEAR
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I've decided to dig into the archives and resurrect this post from the distant past. I was doing my "blog run" and over at Dribble the every charming Mynx made reference to "thongs being footwear."

I couldn't resist the temptation of running with the...floss!
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Footwear 101, The short and Thong of it...

Why are my Thongs now called Flip-Flops? Did I miss the memo? Was I out to lunch for more than an hour? Did the boat come in and I forgot to board? What? When did I miss this global event?

Did CNN even cover this travesty?

Is there a conspiracy in the Southern Hemisphere? Surely it started down there? After all where else do you see more dental floss being inappropriately used then on the beaches of…you know, there.

I am resisting the global attempt to convert me to the “new way” of addressing my footwear.

“THEY ARE THONGS FOR CRYING OUT LOUD,” my "over forty" friend yelled to no one in particular, since she lived alone. Her goldfish looked blankly up at her knowing the end was near or at least dinner would be late.

Defiantly she called me and said let’s revolt and cause an uprising. We cannot let this be the fate of our footwear. I agreed, with glee.

Everywhere I go, everyone I talk to is subjected to the Thong/Flip-Flop debate and ironically the consensus is pleasing.

Anyone over 40 wants to wear their Thongs on their feet not between their cheeks, and that’s not their face cheeks! Here, they truly prefer real dental floss to do that task, and not their Thongs.

Those under 40 (save the cool ones I know) are all brain dead and only listen to what the media tells them to, such as “Thongs live in your bum and Flip-flops flap on your feet.”

Yup!

Media hype or southern conspiracy? Whatever it is, I’m not buying. My thongs will stay on my feet, regular (but sexy) panties will cover my behind and life as I know it will go on.

And by the way, last time I looked weren’t these flimsy little triangles held together by thread called “g-strings?” Or was that just a tad too racy for the little ones donning the floss!

Cheers,

 Jenny

Footnote: (chuckle) The MW Tenth Collegiate Dictionary defines THONG: noun (before 12 century) 1: a strip esp. of leather or hide 2: a sandal held on the foot by a thong fitting between the toes and connected to a strap across the top or around the sides of the foot.

(original post Tuesday, August 21, 2007)

F is for Facing Fear

Note: I'm throwing my hat into the A-Z Blogging challenge sponsored by Tossing it out! What you will be reading via the letters A-Z is a little bio about me. This will give you a glimpse into my work world and what I do when I'm not here - blogging. 

Three years ago I had a life altering car accident; no, no, don’t be alarmed, I’m alive and still here! (unless I’m someone else and I don’t know it - could be, you know, things like that happen all the time)

All righty then!

This accident, unlike the recent earthquake which knocked the entire planet off its axis, knocked me off my cute little tush, and in the aftermath of my own little “shake up” I was left to look into the future and pretend I could see what was coming at me head on. (no, not another car, damn you Universe)

Yes, there was a second accident, about eight months later...and no, you can’t vote me off this planet that easy! I made it through the second crash with my sense of humour still intact, but not much else. (okay, humour’s buddy ego survived too)

It’s scary wondering what you are going to do with yourself after plugging along for twenty plus years (almost thirty would be more like it) in the same occupation, but these are the facts and facing them without fear is my challenge.

At the end of twenty-six letters you’ll have some sense of what makes me tick and you will learn that I am a “crawl out of the hole, dust myself off and go back into battle” kind of gal! 

(My Proofreader tells me that I should think of some other word instead of “gal” because it’s a “sexist expression”; good to know - and who cares - I like “gal” and that’s that!)

“How serious were these accidents?”, I hear you asking in an overly concerned voice. (thanks, I appreciate the concern)

I injured my thumbs. (don’t laugh, it’s not polite)

Life as a human requires the use of these “opposable thumbs” to do pretty much all the things necessary that separates us from our closest relative; Monsieur Monkey and his homies. So I’m feeling like I have had a slight shift backwards on the evolutionary food chain! 

While I am still able to do many things - the other four digits are doing just fine, thanks for asking - I do struggle with aspects of my work. 

Due to my thumbs not functioning properly I no longer incorporate, in my schedule, the highly desirous and sought after Pedicure and its counterpart the solid Basic Manicure - two staples in my practice. 

But, when faced with the fear of losing ones livelihood one (namely me) gets creative and reinvents the wheel - anyone up for the square version - it’s the featured special this month. That aside, I surprised even myself at how creative I could be. (more in later posts)

(What now? My Proofreader is telling me “reinvents the wheel” is a “cliché and I should consider rephrasing”! Good heavens, who comes up with this stuff anyway. I’m refraining from going all “foul mouthed” by resisting the temptation of using a form of English that is consider beneath cultured society. Hey what the heck - I ain’t got no opposable thumbs, who the f*** am I kiddin’ about being cultured - I'm a stone's throw away from growing a tail!)

So, where was I, after that little outburst - no, no, don’t worry, the accident only affected my thumbs...okay...and arms...and my shoulders...and my neck...but the good new is it stopped just short of my brain! (not enough neurons left anyway to do much damage there)

Now, you may be wondering how does one function without thumbs. 

You are wondering this, right?

I learned to adapt; and truth be told I can “use” my thumbs; I just can’t grip or pinch with them. 

Try to visualize this scenario - I’m opening my wine bottle and since I can no longer do screw tops on anything (thank god for "fake" cork or I’d be a goner in the wine drinking department) I have to be very careful what I buy and how I open it.

In the case of wine, these new corks are not that hard to get out of a bottle, but I still have to get the corkscrew into the “fake” cork - and that is tricky. 

I do manage. I let very little defeat me, particularly wine bottles.

So tell me, could you manage without your thumbs?

Until G...

E is for Energy Efficiency

Note: I'm throwing my hat into the A-Z Blogging challenge sponsored by Tossing it out! What you will be reading via the letters A-Z is a little bio about me. This will give you a glimpse into my work world and what I do when I'm not here - blogging. 

This will be a little different then what you may be expecting.

“How so?” you ask. 

Well, let me get right to it.

Energy efficiency, as it pertains to this post, is about how efficiently we use energy from our body in our daily life. 

How efficiently do you use your body’s energy?

Ah, now you see where I am going with this, right? 

Still confused, let me continue then...

In my work establishment, I have my implements, equipment and furniture set up in such a fashion that I expend the least amount of physical energy running around looking for things I need to do my job.

I am thereby conserving energy for more important things - the actual “working on a client” part of my day to be exact.

In fact, my energy efficiency is one of the things most remarked about by my clients. (next to my charm, wit and wickedly honed sense of humour) 

My ability to utilize my space as efficiently as I do results in my energy being spent at a leisurely pace whereby I never appear frazzled! (frazzled - tsk, tsk -  not a good look, and if you’ve ever seen a frazzled little worker bee you know what I mean)

In the last decade and a half we have seen the invasion of the “body spas” - no, not body snatchers - although in some ways it is the same. 

They snatch your body and do all kinds of “good for you” things and when you get your body back it’s definitely lighter, by about five hundred dollars.

The lack of energy efficiency, again relative to how a body needs to move around these “designer” establishments is, for me, shocking! 

Yes, shocking! (I know, I’m as surprised as you to read this)

This inefficient use of energy may not be apparent to you  - the person getting the pampering.

But, if you are the provider of a service, in the beauty industry, you need to be aware of the energy expended on all the little things you do (sometimes needlessly) before you even start a service.

As I listen to clients, that have been gifted with a visit to a “spa”, what most intrigues me is how inconvenient they find the layouts of these “designer spas” to be.

FYI - just because a beauty salon has running water does not give it the right to be called a “spa” - because then every bathroom could be called a spa - even your main floor two piece powder room. 

Now when your guests come over you can show them your “spa” - and trust me, some “spa” treatment rooms (because everything is a treatment) are just about as big! (read "small")

A “spa” visit, in nutshell: 

The visit starts with a trip to the change room, and some time spent in a waiting area, then down a hall to the pedicure cubicle, next it’s off to the manicure area,  then up the stairs-around the corner-past the linen closet-down a long corridor to the facial area.

Ah, how relaxing and peaceful - now let’s do the route in reverse so you can get back into your clothes and pay for that treat - and hopefully not ruin your polish in the process. (horror stories abound - wait for “H”)

So, now that the client has spent more time on their feet then off, my question is, “How’s that working for you?” - “You happy?” - “Feeling pampered?” - “Revitalized and full of energy?”

And what about that little worker bee...who’s been on the journey with you but doing the work while you get that much deserved pampering from head to toe?

This is were I come in...Miss Energy Efficiency herself!  The idea of expending energy so inefficiently is beyond my scope - therefore I do everything in two rooms, side by side, very functional but very relaxing, comfortable and appealing. 

And as an added bonus there is no additional staff or clientele loitering around during your time - just you, me and the pampering.

It’s all about expending energy efficiently - and as I sit here typing - my phone - a plate of freshly baked peanut butter cookies - my stereo remote and my glass of milk (yes milk) are all within arms reach - no need to waste valuable energy when I still need to finish this post.

And you, how is your energy efficiency working for you these days?

Until F...

D is for Deliberate Dialogue

Note: I'm throwing my hat into the A-Z Blogging challenge sponsored by Tossing it out! What you will be reading via the letters A-Z is a little bio about me. This will give you a glimpse into my work world and what I do when I'm not here - blogging.

Thanks for joining me on “D"- day for a little deliberate dialogue.

“So, what is deliberate dialogue?” I hear you asking as you stare at my blog and are probably thinking it might be time to exit stage left before you get in too deep.

Hold on not so fast, I have something to tell you...that’s it...get comfortable.

Have you ever been out for a coffee or a meal - alone - and were forced to entertain yourself by listening in on the conversations around you?

Yes? 

Well, I think most of us have - I know for certain I have and here’s what I have discovered - most of us are really bad at deliberate dialogue. 

Deliberate and dialogue are both very interesting words in their own right, but put them together and they are a force to be reckoned with. 

To be deliberate is to be conscious and intentional in what we do, or in this case, say.

And dialogue is a conversation between two or more people. 

Have you ever heard a little child say something like, “Mommy! That lady is really fat.” in a voice loud enough that people in a one block radius stop and stare. 

How rude - right?

The child’s mother turns crimson and looks as if she’s going to die of embarrassment - she grabs her child and leaves the crime scene as quickly as humanly possible, without looking like she’s abusing her child as its arm is being wrenched out of its socket. 

Most of us feel her shame and yet inwardly we are chuckling because we see the innocence of the child in its statement - said without malice or intent to offend. It was really a bit of deliberate dialogue - an observation stated in a very direct manner.

Deliberate dialogue gets drilled out of us early. It’s considered rude and more to the point it is not socially acceptable.

So...what is a reasonably intelligent adult to do if they wish to engage in deliberate dialogue with another equally (we can always hope) intelligent adult?

How about simply thinking before speaking. Possibly slowing down the train wreck in ones head and breathing while thinking of exactly what it is we want to say and why.

Now...since I want this is to be somewhat work related I will share with you how I implemented deliberate dialogue in my work sphere, years ago.

I did a manicure on a woman from France one day and while she certainly could speak English, and we had, I thought, a good conversation about life, love and the universe, I realized later, when having a discussion with the hair stylist that had sent her to me, she was unhappy with my work!

Shock and Awe! 

Unhappy - not possible! I’m the best! And that’s a fact! (no modesty - it’s just the truth and one should always tell the truth when in deliberate dialogue with anyone)

What had I done wrong? 

Well, apparently in France, back in the 80’s, it was the style to have the moons (that little funny white half-moon shaped bit at the base of your nail plate) left unpolished - go figure. 

I thought I had asked all the right questions, but apparently I forgot to ask whether she wanted her moons painted. We were in Canada - I didn’t think about how things were done in her country - never crossed my mind! 

Here comes the profound lesson out of this experience that has stayed with me for over twenty-five years:

Do not presume anything.

From that day forward this is what I have said to every new client:

“I am not a mind reader. Alas, it is the one great talent I do not possess - everything else is a piece of cake! If you want something - talk to me - chances are I can accommodate.”

But rather than relying solely on my client (or any other person) to be obliged to do the deliberate dialogue dance alone while I just standing there making assumptions - I strap on my dancing shoes and I dance carefully and unhurried so every step is understood and every turn anticipated. 

For you, the on-looker - sitting alone - having your coffee or meal, you will be spellbound by the fluidity of this deliberate dialogue going on at the table next to you.

And as you listen you hear words strung together in deliberate dialogue, consciously and with intention, always careful and unhurried so as to be clear and forthcoming in their meaning and purpose. They are music to your ears.

Until E...

C is for Consumer Consciousness

Note: I'm throwing my hat into the A-Z Blogging challenge sponsored by Tossing it out!
What you will be reading via the letters A-Z is a little bio about me. This will give you a glimpse into my work world and what I do when I'm not here - blogging.


In the beauty industry (and don't let this topic scare you men off - this pertains to you as well - so hang in there) it's all about the consumer - something we all are - even you men! (think shaving products, hair growth products, and now even cosmetic surgery is on the male radar)

As a consumer what is your role?

Do you need to be on top of every little thing that you encounter, from products to types of services available; can you just rely solely on the sign on the door of a business; how about the label and advertising of a product (endorsed by paid actors) or even the recommendation from a friend?

How do you exercise your consumer consciousness?

Since I am covering the "beauty industry" the blanket is a large one, all things relating to external grooming and maintenance will be under this blanket - such as all beauty product purchasing (both by men and women), services offered by "beauty professionals" and even cosmetic surgery.

As this may be read by wonderful readers from around the globe - some of the "legal parameters" regarding products and services as they pertain to the beauty industry will vary - bear this in mind when you are reading this. I write this as it pertains to British Columbia, Canada.

In BC the beauty industry was deregulated many years ago. This puts the onus on the consumer to do their due diligence when seeking out the services of a "beauty professional" and this is exactly where I wish to spend a little time with you.

After deregulation, almost overnight, we saw the rise of the "nail shop" which gave Starbucks a run for their money as these shops popped up all over the city in record numbers.

Operators within these premises were no longer required to have any certification or license to perform their services. That's right - NO certification or license - literally overnight problems started to occur.

Yet, consumers frequented these "overnight" businesses without regard to the education of the staff or the hygienic practices within these establishments, because the price was without rival.

(In the world of beauty the one truth I can safely say does exist - after twenty-seven years is this: You get what you pay for - and that is a fact!)

As these problems started coming out in the media the stories about serious flesh eating diagnosis of the legs and about nail disorders of both hands and feet were shocking and the harsh reality of these "nail shops" was hitting home for consumers.

"Why was this happening?" consumers would ask. "What's the government doing about these shops?" Health inspectors were going crazy trying to keep up with the complaints - and things kept going from bad to worse.

My question always was, during these early years of deregulation, where is consumer consciousness in all of this - do consumers have a hand in their own fate?

My answer was always a simple "Yes!"

Consumers do have a hand in the outcome of their choices. We all do! No amount of government regulations will negate the need for you, the consumer, to do your homework - and that goes for almost everything we purchase - cars, boats, homes and even the family pet needs to be researched if one truly wishes to get the right fit.

Consumers need to realize the real power they have to self-regulate an industry in which they are major consumers. The beauty industry is a multi-billion dollar industry because consumers do not challenge what is being fed to them. I see this time and time again with the manipulation of the consumer to feel inferior for not "having" the latest product, service or surgery to be "one of the beautiful people" we all seemingly aspire to be.

If only we could all be air brushed to perfection as we walked out our front doors the world would truly be a beautiful place - now fall down a rabbit hole if you wish to experience that fantasy!

Just because a commercial makes it sound absolutely fabulous doesn't mean it is! Just because the product is being endorsed by some stud of a man or siren of a woman, who looks flawless, doesn't mean you should rush out and buy it - but, surprisingly many do!

Yes, many do!

You and I have, on occasion, fallen into this consumer trap! It's sad but it's true. Most of us, however, learn from the experience and do go forward with our "Buyer Beware" glasses on and make sensible choices.

The sad truth is that for every individual that is a conscious consumer - there are hundreds that are not.

Which are you?

Until D...

B is for the Basics

Note: I'm throwing my hat into the A-Z Blogging challenge sponsored by Tossing it out!
What you will be reading via the letters A-Z is a little bio about me. This will give you a glimpse into my work world and what I do when I'm not here - blogging.
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A is for Apple (this one was almost too easy)

Having just bought a Mac I can safely say I am having an apple a day! Little less messy and no core, but an apple all the same!

For an actual post on the letter A I will (since I am a day behind and need to focus on B) defer you to my post on my recent acquisition - my Apple computer! My big Mac attack is finally subsiding... Had I been actually writing this piece for the A-Z challenge then I would have named it A is for Apple.

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B is for the Basics


Basic services in the esthetic (fancy word for beauty) world are manicures, pedicures, waxing, facials and makeup lessons/application.

Let me give you twenty-seven years of behind the "chair" insight into the Basics, through the eyes of a Basics Specialist!

You won't find the basics in a fancy spa - they want you to invest a small fortune in the "gravy" services; body scrubs and wraps, deep peels, fancy shower treatments, specialty "flowery" foot treatments and the list goes on, and on.

Having special training on foot care from Germany, I can safely say, without prejudice, that North American feet are seriously neglected. (more on this when the letter F comes around)

Hands, don't get me started on fake nails - that being said I have found there to be some very skilled and highly proficient nail technicians in my pool of professional colleagues that I would not hesitate to recommend.

Artificial nails just aren't my cup of tea! Hence I do not offer them. Also, they would not be considered a basic manicure service - they are a specialized nail service and as such should be done by a well trained "nail technician" - this may be a further topic for the letter N - but that is still a ways off!

Waxing - I can only say - this will be a must read post when W comes around!

Okay, the last two items up for grabs under basic services are facials (and this is a whole category unto itself - because there are very specialized facials that build themselves upon the "basic facial" platform) but for all intense purposes facials really are a basic service - you just don't know it yet! (if you're a client of mine you do - but for these writings the presumption will be that we don't know each other)

Then, there's the basic makeup lesson/application service. This too can get very specialized and again the field of professional makeup artists are vast as is the talent! But the basics should be standard knowledge and the skill set of teaching and applying makeup should be part of the basic service list for any reputable esthetician.

Okay, have I piqued your curiosity?  What if you're a guy reading this - does any of this pertain to you? Absolutely, it does and I will be writing special posts just for you.

Quality basic services are often overlooked as individuals go looking for a place to get beauty services done. They seem more impressed by the fancy spa itself than the service they are about to receive - and even in who is providing that service for them. Do you know who's doing your next spa treatment? (more on questions to ask when Q comes along)

Or, are you one of the lucky ones that has their own esthetician, who is seasoned, and knows how to provide top quality basic services which are the cornerstone of your regular maintenance and grooming routine.  Consider yourself lucky if you fall in this category!

Until C...