So I got my first set of gel nails in the beginning of this month. I absolutely LOVED them. A little more expensive, but still, more bang for your buck, especially when you're as klutzy as I am and constantly bang your nails into stuff; at least they don't pop off like acrylic nails do, but they hurt like hell when you hit them. But I digress. The price you pay for beauty, I guess. Anyway, I was a little disappointed in the fact that they didn't seem to last as long as my acrylics used to, or maybe it was just because my nails were growing like, super crazy, and after only a week of having them, it looked like I'd had them for almost three weeks. I guess that's what happens when you don't realize you're pregnant; those lovely pregnancy hormones do wonders for your hair and nails. :)
My sister-in-law wanted to get her nails filled in before her baby shower in two weeks, and she knew she wouldn't have the extra money to spare for it, so I told her I would be more than happy to take her and pay for hers when I went to get mine filled in. We both got them on the same day, and she obviously knew she is pregnant, and her nails looked about like mine when we both went in yesterday to get them filled. Anyway, I go up there, and I'm really excited, because as lame as it may seem, it was my first fill in. I had only previously had false nails on special occasions, and I would wear them until they popped off. No need to keep going in and getting them done again if I wasn't going to continue to wear them, right? So we get there, and we both have to wait for a little bit, but not too long. One of the employees told us to go pick out our colors, and I chose this lovely color...
Yellow Polka Dot Bikini by China Glaze
I absolutely love this color. BRIGHT is my favorite color, so anything neon just calls to me. I don't care what time of year it is, if I like it, I'm gonna rock it. So my turn comes, and I get this guy that seems pretty cool at first. He started grinding off the polish from nails, and within five minutes of me sitting down, dude had gotten up three times to talk on the phone. In five freaking minutes. When he finally decides he's done being on the phone, he gets back to work. So he takes the tool and starts smoothing the old nail, and he's going so fast and hard that he ended up cutting the sides of my fingers over six times (I thought it was less, but after I got home and washed my hands, I found more cuts I didn't even know about!). They still hurt. During this whole time, I kept asking if he could be a little more gentle, but he acted like he didn't even hear me. In the hour or so time it took him to do my nails, I counted about four more times that he would get up and talk on the phone. Like, straight up leave the room for almost five minutes at a time. Right there in the middle of what he was doing, he would just stop and get up. Can a person really have that many "emergencies" in an hour, as that is the only reason someone working should really answer their phone. In between phone calls, he was hitting on one of the customers, asking her if she was single. REALLY?? Anyway, he finally got around to painting them. He painted them some weird way that I've never seen anyone do before, which, since it's a neon color, it definitely showed brush streaks like crazy. Even after two coats, it still looked streaky. I should also mention that my sister had started her nails before me, and even with Mr. I Don't Care About My Customers constantly getting up, I was done and waiting for her for almost 30 minutes. Tells you what kind of craptastic employee he is, not even taking the time to make sure what he's getting paid for is even worth the customer's time. Oh yeah, and you know the UV lights that you have to "cook" the gel nails with? Dude seriously told me to squeeze both of my hands in there. I looked at him and was like, "Really? You expect me to fit both of my hands in this tiny thing?! Everyone else has two lights; don't try to tell me you don't have another one." He still insisted that I could fit both hands in there. I could, but I ended up smudging the polish on one of my nails as I was getting my hands out. >.<
When we were finally able to leave, I went to the register to pay. Thinking it was only going to be $30 for two fill ins (as it plainly stated in big, bold letters on their shop window), it turned out to be $55. Thankfully, I had thought to grab an extra $20, because I was planning on getting something to eat afterwards. The thing that I regret about not just waiting for my regular guy is the fact that he will always sit down with you and discuss what the price would be before he even started. Mr. IDCAMC could have cared less about price shock. I ended up paying for my crappy nails, and walked out. Needless to say, he didn't receive his "hard earned" tip. I feel bad about not being able to tip my sister's dude, because he did a perfect job on hers. After leaving, I happened to really look at my nails. Two of them were seriously filed crooked. I know I have misshapen nails and crap, but I've never not had perfectly filed fake nails before. They were always examined before the next step happened. Not this guy. Here is what they look like afterwards. You may think they look okay in the picture, but the in-person result doesn't look all that great. If I zoom in on this one picture, I can plainly see three cuts on two different fingers. Not cool, man. Not cool at all.

I know it looks a lot more, uh, yellow than the color swatch, but I swear, the flash on my camera made it look darker than it really is. Lesson learned? Don't just deal with a person who has never touched your nails, that is, if you have a regular person. No matter how much the wait is, I'll wait for my guy next time.