ever go through your day and think "is this a joke?"
I started off my day meeting a friend for coffee, then headed to three styling appointments. The first two meetings, amazing, awesome clients. My third client almost put me over the edge (she's older than dirt, so she won't be reading this. she can barely use her cell phone let alone turn on a computer). She literally told me "don't move my shit". I half wanted to laugh (she's a pain in the ass, but the cutest little, old pain in the ass) Her family hired me to "freshen up" the look and feel of her 1920's home (which is coincidently the last time her "shit" was moved) as a birthday present. Umm, I'm thinkin' she's not thinkin' this was a present. I think her family sent me in there because they couldn't do it/her. This particular project has me thinking my contract should read "if you are hiring me on behalf of someone else, I must be informed if said client is certifiably crazy, and does not like their "shit" touched. I thought this was implied in the scope of the project AND in the word 'styling'. If we both survive this process, it will be a tiny flippin' miracle.
I long ago decided, no matter how small or silly something may seem to someone else, if it makes me happy, do it. So, to overcome a less than ideal day, I picked up pink tulips, turned the music on, gathered my stuff, sat my ass down on the couch in my office and finished up some work. And, now, a margarita . . .
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Wow, you definitely have a challenge on your hands. Best of luck! I have found myself in similar situations and then my habit of watching too much reality/faux reality shows (ie The Office) rears its ugly head. Or, more like I rear my head toward some invisible camera with a crazy look, like "I can't be the only one experiencing this."
lmao! Elderly people are so set in their ways and usually not up for change! Good luck with this one! I don't envy you!! :)
this. is. hilarious.
hope that margarita was good (and strong) ;)
Too funny. I had an identical situation a couple of months ago. This woman's son who lived across the country hired me to help his mother organize and declutter her house. She was a certifiable hoarder, and as soon as I got to her house, it all become clear why her son had put a country between himself and that home, and why he had called in my services. But in the end, she was really sweet and we made ridiculous progress. Although... I sort of had this feeling... when you're that old, are you really going to change? Hmm... is that mean?
How funny! I can image that she does NOT think this was a gift of kindness. We tend to get more set in our ways when we get older and do not like to be told what to...well, basically told anything. I work in the senior market and talk to some pretty interesting people on a regular basis.
Oh, I meant to ask you, where is your chic notebook from? I can't seem to find any cool stationary here in Norway, but really get inspired by using chic notebooks at work.
Too funny... Best of luck with that project ;) And have a nice day!
This is hilarious...and I can relate. Just go ahead and move her shit, and when it comes out amazing, and it will. She will learn to keep her hands off the shit you did and her mouth closed.
♥, LONDA
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Yolanda - haha!! I hope so ; )
Anett - I picked it up at Two Hands Paperie in Boulder, Colorado - xx
Oh Liz!
What a ridiculous situation to be in :( But you did exactly what I would have done, and Margaritas all around :) xx Jen
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