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  • NEVER AGAIN: MY FIRST TIME GETTING ACRYLICS

    Are you sitting comfortably? You may need a hot beverage in hand before reading this. Why…?

    Because it’s story time, of course! 

    Today I wanted to talk nails. It’s not a topic I’ve really spoken about before, I guess because I’m not totally mad on them. They’re just extraordinarily high-maintenance, aren’t they? Seeing as my life is fairly busy, usually I’ll just clip them down to the quick and continue about my week. About six months ago, however, with a friend’s birthday coming up; I decided to get them done professionally…

    I remember being a little nervous, but with that said – what could possibly go wrong at a nail salon? All they really do is stick plasticky stuff onto your own nail, file it, paint it, seal it… before you pay an extortionate amount and leave the salon £35 poorer.

    So, what could possibly go wrong? Apparently, a lot of things.

    I was pleased at the results, don’t get me wrong. I had stiletto nails painted blood-red à la Cruella De Vil, and I felt like the baddest b*tch in the whole of the Cambridgeshire county area (!) But the service I received wasn’t brilliant, and to be honest the entire afternoon felt like a bit of an ordeal. Sigh.

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    I won’t name and shame the salon in which I got my nails done, this isn’t going to be a scathing review of the salon in general; I think I just got unlucky with the technician I was allocated. All the other technicians seemed warm, chatty and friendly.

    Mine seemed like an arse. 

    He didn’t make conversation the entire time, first of all. We just sit there in silence for two hours (more or less), and every time I’d lean in to talk to the girl next to me, he’d just give me this impatient glare.

    I’m not kidding, this guy had a real problem with barking orders at me. There’s no friendly rapport and his customer service skills were next to none. About three-quarters of the way in, I move my hand away from the drying UV light after holding it there for half an hour, to which he yells at me to ‘put it back!’. 

    I felt like I was being told off at school. 

    The real clincher for me, though, was when it came to filing my nails. At this point, I’d like to point out that nobody else had a problem with their technician! Mine, however, files my nails with such violence and vigor that he takes a chunk out of my finger.

    I *WISH* I could tell you that was hyperbole.

    So I’m sat there, bleeding, with every instinct in my body telling me to yell out and go and soak my bloody finger… And this guy says… nothing. For a good fifteen minutes after the fact, he carries on trying to file the same nail on the finger with a chunk taken out of it.

    I’m in so. Much. Pain at this point.

    So when he e v e n t u a l l y finishes filing my nails, after what seemed like an eternity; he barks at me for getting blood on his nail file and yells at me to go and wash my hands.

    You heard correctly, boys and girls. Of course I’m very British about the whole thing, say sorry, sit there for another forty agonizing minutes without curbing the bleeding or the stinging. And then?

    I pay the full price. Of course I pay the full price. Of course I tell the salon owner to give me a stamp card so I can come back again. Of course I leave with the minimal fuss possible. 

    (But on the plus side, if I go in for seven more treatments, I get the eighth one at a slightly discounted price!!!!)

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    4 Comments

    1. November 27, 2018 / 3:57 pm

      Whoa. Maybe it’s the American in me, but I would have belted that guy square in the jaw and walked without paying a dime. I am so sorry that happened to you. There is no excuse for that. I do have to say though, I would totally write a letter to the establishment explaining your ordeal and mention the tech in question.

      The thing that bothers me most about this, is that nail salons are equipped to clean up their tools based on fungal and other nail infections, they are not really stressing on things like Blood Bourn Pathogens, since bleeding is not something they are likely to or are supposed to have to deal with on a regular basis. They are not wearing gloves, (at least none of the nail techs I have dealt with have) and I worry that there was probably some cross contamination issues with your incident, and then it begs the question, how many other times have things like this happened? How much blood was spilled and not properly cleaned up? Not to mention the infection risks with all the chemicals, and materials used around an open wound.

      Just my two cents.

      -Kat
      https://boozyhousewife.family.blog/

    2. November 28, 2018 / 10:51 pm

      Omg I absolutely love this 😩😂, something similar happened to me! I never go to get my nails done now hahah xx

      • November 28, 2018 / 10:53 pm

        It’s mad that it’s such a common thing! It was a nightmare getting them off as well – deffo sticking to £1 Primark fake nails from now on! 😂 xx

        • November 28, 2018 / 11:03 pm

          It’s crazy isn’t it, when I went the gormless woman cut my finger then decided to put nail varnish remover on it 😩 it stung like an absolute bitch! But just like you I paid in full hahaha! 😂😂 here here xxx

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