Wow. The last couple days I have been on fire! I am a wedding planning, lesson writer, coaching, aerobicizer, dog walking, apartment-cleaning machine! Being a “machine” may be invigorating, but boy is it exhausting. I swear I just heard my coffee maker yawn.
There is one situation I had to handle yesterday that I’d love to share, but it’s unfortunately confidential. I will say that I totally rocked, stood my ground, demanded what’s right, and was basically my regular awesome self. (Minus the panic attacks.)
I’ve mastered the look of a put together person who can stand up for herself, but if anyone looks closely they’ll see my hands shaking and hear my heart racing. It has taken a lot of practice to hide my anxiety-ridden self in these situations.
This confidential situation had an enlivening effect on me. Zoey had recently told me about her misfortune at the local alterations place. (They ruined her maid of honor dress, read about here.) They refused to refund any of the money she paid for the alterations or reimburse her for the dress. Upon hearing this I said something like “I’ll get your money back! If it’s the last thing I do!”
I marched into Sunshine Cleaners on 1st Avenue carrying Zoey’s yellow dress, asked for the manager, and demanded a refund. I went in level headed and decided I would stay calm, focused, and use my nice teacher voice to discuss the situation with the owners.
This calmness lasted about 2 minutes. Apparently I have no control, or patience, outside of a school environment.
Thirty minutes later, I was shaking with anger, red in the face, hoarse from the yelling, and standing in the doorway telling other customers to not come in while showing them the ruined dress.
The owners were certainly not happy with my demonstration. They called me a “bad woman” and accused me of raising their blood pressure. I may have felt slightly bad about this, but the moment they said it I felt my own blood pressure rising, and then had to steady myself on the counter for fear of having a heart attack in the middle of my argument. It was like they discovered my kryptonite.
By the time I had to go to work we had gotten nowhere. Sunshine Cleaners basically said it was not their problem and they could care less about our business. I was really shocked, and disappointed that my display of determination and persistence did not win in the end. Sorry Zoey.
Slightly dejected from my loss at the cleaners, I slumped into work, sweaty and tense. I calmed myself down by spending my down time practicing Pinterest braids on a co-worker’s hair.
I also decided that I had earned an extra coffee after work….and another at 10pm… I then stayed up till’ 3am working on our wedding pans. Woops.
It was all fine and dandy, until my alarm went off at 7:30 this morning. After another full day of awesomeness I rewarded myself with a night out at Sephora. It’s expensive to be a girl.
I don’t know how I walk into Sephora wanting only lip gloss, and leave with $800 worth of cosmetics every time. They must have some sort of mind control situation going on in there.
Now I feel beautiful, once again caffeinated, and ready to pull another late night of planning! Maybe I’ll even a write a strongly worded letter to Sunshine Cleaners. Take that Sunshine!
P.S. Will someone call me in the morning and make sure I actually wake up? (Fiance, I’m talking to you.) Thanks.