I had a few hours to spare while I was at work on Sunday.  A client meeting was coming up this week, so I took the opportunity to get a much-needed mani-pedi.  Because I was stuck in the garment district, which basically shuts down for the weekend, I was stuck with only one open salon.
Man, was I looking forward to this.
But the experience turned out to be awful.  The manicure and pedicure themselves were fine…no smudges or screw ups.  And most of the time I’m cool with that.  After all, beauty treatments are very purposeful for me. That is, I need them to look presentable at work and cute for my hubby.
But this time, I thought the experience was sub-par.  The manicurist was too quick and a bit obnoxious.  She made very few attempts to truly care for my body while she was working.  And then it hit me.  The greatest aspect of beauty treatments is not that they make us look better but that they nurture us. The physical touching is soothing and comforting.  And our souls need the comfort. After working so hard these past few months, this need was acute.
That’s it.  From here on in I’m not going to stand for crappy treatment.  And I’ll even, gasp, pay more for it!  At the very least, I’ll wait until a weekday to visit another salon in the ‘hood.

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