Work

I've been at it for almost 3 months now, embroidering and printing on shirts. I have money because of it, but I didn't enjoy most of my summer. It isn't a normal retail job, where I deal with customers the whole day. Instead I only get the terrible customers and the great ones. There are none in between. For example, my current customer.
Me- "What can I help you with?"
Customer- "I'm an architect. You don't need to ask me those questions."
First thought- "Whaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa?"
Second thought- "Okay. I have better things to do anyways."

Really. I do get my helping of the worst. However, this process is so strange that if I don't get the worst, then I end up getting people who have done it before and really know exactly what they want and how they want it. I'm not kidding when I say that there is no middle ground. Even that lady from earlier this week went from one extreme to another without so much as touching anything in between. This is part of where my madness lies. When a person walks in, I don't know whether to hate them or love them, until they've already starting making their order. One person made it really hard to tell. She came in and was really easy going, and then came back a couple days later with the person who actually cared about the order, and looked over my shoulder for half an hour to make sure his graphic was perfect. This job is a roller-coaster ride between having to apologize for not getting everything perfect and having to hear apologies about not knowing what they want on the clothing. Sometimes both happen at the same time, because they don't know what they want, but they know that what they have isn't it.

Anyways, I loved my job. It's fairly light on the customers, so dealing with the bad ones really does feel worth it to me. I just didn't love the not having free time, but I believe that the free time I have later on will be better with the money I am earning now.