There's a few nutters running around in this town. And I'm not talking about the guy who sings at the top of his lungs whenever he rides his bike. I'm talking about the total and utter psychos, bordering on the criminal.
Today, three of them decided to pop up in studio conversation.
There's a beauty salon which is apparently quite good around here. They're affordable, and pleasant and generally good people. They have the option where they do fingernails, though, and that's where it gets freaky.
I admit, making nails from scratch takes longer, is riskier and more stressful than renewing the gel. I dread the day J. asks me to take on a brand new customer. I admit it makes no sense to invest in fingernail stuff up the wazoo when you have other avenues of revenue. What I don't get is offering only white french manicure for the basic price. The basic price being nearly twice whatJ.'s studio charges for white french with no frills. The same for starting from scratch. They're not using the crazy-expensive gels (they're using a different brand of equal quality, as advertised in the window), they're relatively slow when it comes to fingernails and they're asking customers to pay through the nose for it.
Now, J.'s studio is among the most affordable in town. Affordable isn't the same as cheap. And then there's people, half a kilometer away, charging prices that I've only heard of happening outside Germany. Now, you have the right to charge what you want. But when most studios have their sites listing charging rates and you basically ask a newborn child for the simplest things... That's slightly kooky, in my opinion. Their other prices are sane to downright cheap. Their customers are happy about the other services. I have no idea what they were thinking with the fingernail thing.
There's also a gang of girls who's taken to comparing Sis and her friends to famous fictional aliens. Some complicated teenage girl stuff happened, now they're all closer to thirty than eighteen and only half of them have grown up. Now, facebook blocking and mean in-jokes are no problem. You can ignore them. What the problem is, is that one of the girls has decided to wreck Sis' reputation. In public. In the city where Sis has a good name and customers to lose. But unless there's unrefutable proof, there's no way to sue for slander.
The next level is an ex-employee from the studio. J. taught him everything, then hired him, then he proceeded to be rude to everyone, customers included, refuse certain reasonable requeststs from paying clients (like colors) and steal things. Then he got his own studio, taking a few of J.'s customers, most of which he lost until the point where he now works from home. S. used to work under him, until Sis met his brother and J. offered better working conditions to her. The running gag is that he put a curse her table so that nothing technical works for her (UV lamps regularly refuse to work when plugged in at her table and her cleaner pump has recently entered its death throes), but it's starting to wear thin. It appears we are the kind of people who get tired of pretending sad individuals have the power to wreck our lives with their thoughts.
And now there's a freakish rumor going around. Some women have heard, directly from this man, that anyone who works for our studio, before being hired, has to sign a document that they will never open their own nail studio of a certain size in the city, and that's why he works from home. Not because he hasn't got any employees or he's gotten a reputation around town after being foul to people for several years, no. J. forced his hand when he was young and inexperienced and struggling to find his own identity. Also, J. is apparently too fat and too old to deliver quality work.
Once again, no proof, no way to sue the pants of this psycho.
We joked around with it a bit to make light of it, and I admit I'm not proud of some of the low comments I made today about someone I've never met, but I've already received punishment.
I'm a worrier. I thought I was fine with it, until I took a nap. Then stuff happened, and I dream I did a thing that hurt the feelings of a friend of the male psycho, and S. got the blame and was going to go to jail, but I was too scared to confess I did it.
Yeah, I'm going to try to stay as far away from this particular clusterfuck as possible.
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