I hate when I miss a day of blogging. I know a lot of people like a break, but I don’t. I get antsy if I don’t write every day. I get itchy.
But allow me to take you through my past 24 hours. Humor me and pretend like you care.
My last t-shirt delivery was a little delayed because of one thing or another and I could start to feel the heat of my customers wanting their stuff. And rightfully so. When I order something I want it asap, so I get the urgency. Sidenote- can we all agree that everyone should have to work in customer service and/or the food service industry at least once in their life? Just so we all “get it”…
I knew there was a good chance my shipment would’t make it to me on account of the blizzard rolling through Chicago, so Wednesday morning I jumped in my car at 4:30 a.m. (to beat the bad weather) and drove nine hours to get my shirts. I work with a Nebraska supplier because hometown business, ya know?
Anyway, I got to Nebraska around 2 p.m., picked up my inventory, and went straight to work until around midnight.
Living my dream life, what can I say?
Honestly, every shirt I pack – even in the wee hours of the morning, I remind myself that it beats the hell out of sitting in a cubicle working for someone else. My personality test confirmed I don’t do well with rules or being told what to do, I’m pretty sure every teacher/boss I’ve ever had would agree to that one as well…
When I started a year ago with this shirt I had no idea it would turn into what it has.
But over the course of a year I have learned a lot about running a business. Let’s breeze over a few!
*The work (and thoughts of work) never ends.
Never ever. I have to make myself stop at night because there’s always one more thing I need or want to do.
*Sundays are for getting shit done.
If I don’t put in at least 4-5 hours of work every Sunday my Monday will be hell. Good bye, lazy Sundays.
*Vacations are hard.
Because when I stop working my business suffers. Customers don’t care if you’re on a ski trip. So I never fully disconnect. I’m always checking emails and trying to keep my head on straight. I’m worried about this for our wedding and honeymoon. I want to disconnect fully, but I also want to be able to pay rent… So.
*I care a lot.
I’ll be honest, I’ve had cubicle jobs where I really didn’t care that much. I’d do the bare minimum I had to do and get the hell out. I know that sounds terrible, but it’s true. When you run your own business it’s totally different. I care about every cent, promotion, connection, email, I put out there. It’s me. It’s my business.
*I care too much.
I take things personally. (My personality test warned me of this, as well.) When a customer shoots me a mean email I dwell on it. When someone doesn’t like something I get upset about it.
*I care a lot because I love it.
I wake up feeling grateful (and exhausted) but mostly grateful every morning. I love that I get to start my emails each day on my couch with Harlow on my lap. And then I get to write for an hour. And then I start t-shirt time. (With about five trips to the dog park in between.)
But enough chit-chat. I have to head back into the t-shirt room. Those “Let’s Day Drink” shirts aren’t going to pack themselves. Also, I’m sharing an inside look at the life of a t-shirt lady today on snapchat @thedailytay.
Man, I could go for a Bloody right now.