Back to the nail bar where I belong

 Back to the Nail Bar – Where I Belong

Well, where did that leap land me?

Yep—I took the plunge and defiantly walked away from the job I knew best. A few weeks passed… and for the first time ever, I found myself without work. Honestly? It was soooo boring. After a while, I swallowed my pride and decided to ask for my old job back.

And guess what? Back to the nail bar I went.

The return was smoother than I expected. Some things had changed, sure, but it was like I’d never left. Day one, and my column was fully booked. Familiar faces filled the room, and it felt so good to be back. I was relieved. Things on the outside hadn’t gone terribly, but this was familiar—this was home. This was what I knew.

A few more years passed, and I was asked to be supervisor—a huge compliment to me. It wasn’t always enjoyable (stock takes when no manager was around… end-of-day figures… thank goodness for calculators). And then there were the complaints—not many, but the few we got stuck with me. Especially the rude ones.

Being spoken to disrespectfully because I look younger than I am, being called by the colour of my hair instead of my name, or being told someone’s had more hot dinners than I’ve done manicures… it wasn’t exactly a joy to hear. Especially after ten years in the industry with a fully booked column!

But what did I know, right? Just a little girl with no clue?

Thick skin—yeah, that’s what you have to grow.

But through it all, I’ve stood my ground, worked hard, and proved myself. And if I’ve learned anything, it’s this: pride is worth swallowing when you’re returning to something you love. And confidence? That comes from knowing your worth, even when others try to underestimate you.