That was the week that was. I wanted to implement a new way to answer the phone at work. "You have reached Blah-Blah Florist where it's always a full moon."
This is the time of year customers decide to freshen up their old dried and or silk arrangements. As soon as we see someone teetering into the store carrying a black plastic trash bag we know we're in trouble.
One customer was in such a hurry to come in she just threw on a pair of unlined white lace shorts but apparently forgot to add any underwear.??? She had the black plastic bag in hand though.
Proms are getting a bit more complicated. Taking a corsage order in like a mini wedding appointment with fabric swatches, pintrest pages, texting seniors and anxious mothers. Last prom today. Whew.
And somewhere in the madness there was a customer who went psycho on me insisting on me hobbling on down to a hotel in DC to redo arrangements that looked exactly like the sample. I believe the phrase 'jacked up" was used. More flies with honey people, more flies.
Of course "jacked up" is now in constant use at the design table.
GG had her own set of crazy at the plastic surgery clinic but that deserves a blog all its own.
I'm off to start a new work week momentito. Hoping to hear a few more please and thank yous.
Good God I have officially become my mother. That's jacked up!
xo Jane
Quick update: Have just returned home from work and today followed the cray cray path set last week. We were informed by two different girls that "Prom is stressful" and one returned her boutonniere citing "change of plans". Um, okay. Maybe gonna go catch a movie instead?
