I've applied to several (hah! Dozens!) spas, salons, health clubs, DC offices, etc., looking for somewhere to set up my table, and very few callbacks (and those were all "We went with someone else") and the dream was that someone I'd met recently was working for a spa I'd applied at near the start of all this, nearly a year ago. (Actually, she's an ER RN. Go figure.) She was all "Oh, you're Zia! We've been TRYING to get hold of you!" And I signed on with a 60/40 cut, my favor, and a rent cap of $800/month. As this was a high-end place with a LOT of clients, that 60% was QUITE respectable :D
And then I woke up. Dangit.