Hello all. It’s been a while since I did a blog article. Things have been busy. And yesterday I got to thinking of how I’m
not busy in the ways many people might expect.
My tasks on a daily basis would surprise many, as they are often so
mundane and random that it doesn’t make any sense how they would fit in with my
supposed job description.
I strive every day to
make my clients' homes beautiful, but in my opinion, the real job is to reduce
my clients' stress. A beautifully
designed home is all well and good, but how does one really get there? What is the actual process—what do I actually
do to make things come together properly, and with little bother to the
I can think of a
million things that would surprise the heck out of people, but as mentioned,
they are usually boring and random, and might make readers fall asleep if I go
on about it for too long. So I decided
to compose a short story that features real examples of actual tasks I have
done, for real customers who shall remain nameless and totally unaware. These events have
all occurred behind the scenes. They are
the essence of the world of Judy Olson.
So sit back, read, and
prepare to be completely unexcited by my fun career.
*There is a little
light profanity thrown in, for the sake of realism. My apologies in advance.
My alarm clock blared at an hour that was far too early for
my night-owl lifestyle to tolerate.
husband works the late shift, and somehow, after nine years of marriage, we
still can’t bring ourselves to eat dinner separately from one another.
We eat, usually around 9:30pm, 9:00 if he makes it home a
bit early and I’ve somehow gotten around to making dinner for us while doing my
final rounds of emails for the day.
eat, chat, watch one of the few addicting shows, or a Warriors game, and then
unwind, getting to sleep around 1:30am, on average.
I don’t know about you, but five hours is not nearly enough
sleep for me.
I need around ten to be satisfied,
but honestly, I could sleep for twelve without issue, if my screwy back was in
the mood, and probably even if it wasn’t.
I allowed myself one snooze, and then grudgingly dragged
myself out of my warm, soft, ever so enticing at 6:30am bed.
Winter was the worst time of year to do
remodels in my opinion.
It still looked
like it was midnight outside, and it messed with my head.
After a rushed shower, a rushed blow-dry, and throwing my
hair up in a lazy day pony tail, I threw on some lazy day clothes, did a quick
check on my emails, popped my meds in my jeans pocket, grabbed my half finished
bottled water from the day before, and my typical luggage, and headed out.
I sighed as I emerged from the house only to observe my car,
encrusted with ice.
Thankfully my newish car had a heating system that actually
worked, and I blasted the defroster as I sat there shivering, waiting.
I didn’t have an ice scraper, cuz this is
frikkin California, and who carries an ice scraper?
I blew into my hands to heat them before pulling my phone
from my purse and opening the Pandora app.
Remodel season always meant a thorough workout for my phone, especially
the Pandora app.
I’d cut caffeine from my diet entirely when it started
interfering with the effectiveness of my migraine medication, so high energy
music was the best way to wake me up and keep me alert on the road at 7:15 in
The upside to leaving the house this early was that the
school traffic hadn’t yet begun.
traffic was annoying.
Still waiting on the dang defroster, I scrolled on my phone
to find my favorite rock station.
was the only way.
It woke me up, boosted
my energy, and got my mood on track for the day.
“Yes!” I bounced on my seat as Pandora auto-selected “Shoot
to Thrill” by AC/DC.
I turned the volume
up to twenty three, and looked at the clock.
There was no way I was making it to Orinda on
time in rush-hour traffic.
I got out my phone and
texted Omar, letting him know I was running about 15 minutes behind.
Running my wipers to expedite things, I waited for a
response from Omar.
Oh well, he was likely on the road, and I
didn’t want him getting in an accident just to reply.
I would see him there.
The windows were still a bit cloudy, but I shifted into
My butt was freezing, as the seat
warmer of my new car apparently did not work, and the manufacturer had issued a
recall with a notice that they didn’t have the parts necessary to fix the
What the hell?
I zipped out of my neighborhood as quickly as I could in an
attempt to beat the school traffic.
barely made it.
The freeway was tedious,
as usual, and after easily fifty minutes in traffic, I took the exit and made
my way up the nerve-wracking hills of Orinda.
How people lived up in these hills was beyond me.
Yes, it was gorgeous, but damn was it scary
Especially when a school bus
or a garbage truck came around the corner.
I praised God for my new car, with new brakes, and an engine with some
gusto to battle the ridiculous incline.
At long last, I pulled into my client’s drive, observing no
Had Omar come and left?
Had he not arrived yet?
What the heck?
I dialed the owner of the construction company.
“Ron, hey, uh, was Omar coming today?
He was supposed to arrive at 8:00am.
I just got here.
I texted him I was running late, but no answer.
Do you know where he is?”
“Should be on his way, if he’s not there,” Ron replied.
“Let me call him and check, and I’ll call you
Screw around on my phone as
best I can with the weak signal in the hills.
“Yeah, so Omar is on his way, he says he’s about fifteen,
twenty minutes out.”
“Okay great,” I breathe a sigh of relief.
“I’ll just hang here until he arrives.
Count the minutes.
what was the hold up?
I tried not to get ticked off.
I had run late this morning, and was hardly
in a position to judge.
What the heck happened to fifteen to twenty
I’d hardly known contractors to be reliable.
It was quite the opposite in my
It irked me.
I’d broken my neck trying to get here, and this jackass
didn’t think anything of making me wait.
What had happened to common decency?
Relax, maybe he was in
God, I hoped not.
Somehow though, I knew it was not an accident.
These guys were just rude.
Thank goodness the client was on vacation, touring
Europe right now.
They’d have been
pissed if the contractor had made them wait this long.
I’d encouraged the Roses to take an extended vacation during
the execution phase of their remodel.
was so messy and loud that it was truly in the client’s best interest to be
So long as they had a project
manager, like me.
They would come home to
a beautifully remodeled kitchen, no muss no fuss.
But that stuck lucky me with the task of commuting an hour
every day to Orinda to let the contractors into, and out of, the house.
The Roses, while wonderful clients, were
simply not comfortable issuing a key to anyone other than me.
And I’d agreed.
Why did I agree?
But people pleaser that I
am, I agreed.
And I wouldn’t go back on
It will be worth it though, I told myself.
The kitchen will be truly gorgeous.
It will be worth it to see the smiles on my
Frowning at the digital clock in my car, I counted now a
full hour Omar was late.
I was just
about to pick up and call Ron again, when I heard the familiar screech of brakes,
in dire need of repair.
In my rear view, I saw Omar’s dusty white truck pull up.
“Good morning Omar!” I greeted as sweetly as I could, as I
exited my car.
“Hey good morning,” he replied softly.
“Sorry I’m late, it was traffic…”
“No worries,” I smiled.
“I’ll get the door.”
Jogging up to the front door, I entered and de-activated the
Checking my phone, I grimaced.
It was almost ten a.m. and I had to be in
Walnut Creek in less than half an hour to receive a delivery for the Ericksons.
“Okay Omar, I gotta run.
Be back at five,” I waved as I ran to my car.
He nodded as he carried his plaster caked ladder into the
Ordinarily, I would floor it to my customer’s home, in an
effort to beat the delivery team.
wouldn’t sit around and wait if no one was there, and my clients were at
My time window for the delivery was between 10:30 and
Normally I preferred that they
arrive on the earlier side, so I could better manage my time, but on days like
this, with the snowball effect of lateness, I was praying for the opposite
I wouldn’t get as much
done overall, but I hated being late.
client was counting on me!
It was odd that I hated being late, but was borderline
chronic in my tardiness.
I’d heard that
creative people tend to run late.
wanted to believe that, since it sounded almost like a good thing, but found it
difficult to pinpoint how that claim could be legitimized.
I was just a late person.
Late was bad.
Somehow though, I made it in record time.
No sooner had I parked in the driveway, when the unlabeled
delivery truck pulled up.
I crinkled my
nose in distaste.
My delivery company was definitely contracting out.
I detested when companies contracted out, especially when,
as usual, the service people I encountered were less than adequate.
As expected, two grungy looking guys exited the truck, one
of them trudging up to me with a clipboard.
He looked bored, tired, and unconcerned with whether I was
impressed by his service.
But I smiled cheerily and greeted them both.
“Hello miss, uh, we have a delivery of uhh,” he checked his
clipboard, “A sofa, two end tables, two chairs, a rug, and ahh, two lamps?”
Was he asking me, or telling me?
“Yes, that’s correct,” I smiled.
“I’ll show you where they go.”
I led the delivery guy, whatever his name was, to the front
Sifting through my ever more bulky
keychain, I found the right client’s key, and let us in.
Quickly, I showed him to the formal living room, and
explained where the items were to be placed.
He nodded with annoying indifference, and went back to the
truck to help his co-worker.
Rolling my eyes, I ran to the kitchen to find a broom.
There was stray dust on the floor and I
didn’t want the new furniture to just be set on top of it.
But in the kitchen I found no broom.
Shoot! Why didn’t I bring my broom?
I scurried to the garage in which, thank goodness, was a
I shook it out a bit before
bringing it inside.
To my chagrin, when I entered the living room, the workers
had already set the sofa in place.
Wincing, I asked if they would please move it out of the way
so I could sweep the dust from behind it.
They looked at each other first, clearly both annoyed, but
did so by dragging the sofa across the Brazilian cherry floors.
I winced again, praying that they didn’t leave marks.
It was my ass if they left marks on these
expensive hardwood floors.
Quickly as I
could, I swept up the area, and asked them to please lift the sofa and put it
back in place.
Looking at each other again, they bent and lifted the sofa
from each end, placing it where I requested.
Without a word, they both retreated to the truck to pull the
remainder of the pieces.
I shrugged in annoyance, and then stared in horror as I
observed the prophetic streaks across the gorgeous cherry floors.
This day was not going well at all.
I waited for the delivery dudes to return, my mind racing
with options, solutions.
My nerves were
hijacking my efforts.
Quickly I swept the rest of the area, so as to not encounter
the same issue with the chairs or tables.
I was panting with effort by the time the guys came in
rather expeditiously with the two chairs hoisted over their shoulders.
They were set in place, followed by the end tables, and two
boxes that contained the lamps.
were preparing to lay out the area rug when I brought the floor damage to their
“Umm, guys, it looks like you left some streaks on the
hardwood when you moved the sofa.
I gestured to the gruesome black marks.
They looked, and maintained an expression of indifference,
but I saw a flicker of nervousness.
“Those were there before.”
“Umm, no, I don’t think so,” I responded, growing agitated.
“Yes, they were there before.”
“I really don’t think they were,” I insisted.
“See, how they are located where you dragged
I knew they were playing me, but I had to make my case.
The guy that spoke looked increasingly annoyed, and decided
to stick to his guns.
“Look,” I said coolly, “Apparently we disagree on this.
What’s your name?
I can take it up with the manager.”
Not waiting for an answer, I proceeded to take photos with
my phone of the streaks.
“If you look around the house, you can see other marks,” the
He strode around the space, in the entry, in the dining room,
looking at different areas, and pointing out old scuff marks and small
scratches, having nothing to do with my current predicament.
I felt my face redden in anger when he turned and started
taking pictures with his own phone of the other marks throughout the space,
none of which were black.
“Okay, look, just leave the rug rolled up there, and unpack
those lamps, and we’ll call it a day,” I glared.
“You want us to unbox the lamps?”
part of the services you offer.
That is what I am paying for.”
“It’s not included.
We don’t do that.”
At this point, I was fuming.
“Fine, give me the name of your manager.
I’ll sign off on the delivery, and you can be
on your way.”
With a huff, the driver went to retrieve his clipboard,
followed by his assistant, who still had not uttered a word.
When the driver returned with the delivery acknowledgement,
I confirmed his name, and made some dissatisfied notes on the paper, taking a
snapshot with my phone before signing it and giving it to him.
Giving me a final annoyed look, he issued my
copy, and stalked back to his truck.
First thing I did when I went inside was call his
When it comes to filing complaints, you don’t want to sound
so irate that they are afraid to call you back.
And you don’t want to sound so blasé that they put you at the bottom of
their call-back list.
importantly, you never wait for them to call you back.
Once I’d left the message I immediately called my primary
delivery company, the one that had contracted out to these bozos.
I disconnected, and called a few more times before someone
finally picked up.
“Nash Deliveries, this is Stacey.”
She sounded stressed.
I could relate.
“Hi Stacey, Judy Olson.
I just received my delivery, and need to speak with a manager
“Oh dear, is there a problem?”
Long story short, the delivery guys left streaks on my client’s hardwood
floors, from dragging the sofa across it instead of lifting.”
“Oh dear, I’m so sorry to hear that!”
Finally, someone who gave a damn.
“I’ll have to notify Steve and have him call you.”
“Yes, please, it’s very urgent.
Do you need me to send you photos of the
I need this resolved today.”
“Oh, yes please, if you could email those photos to me, it
“I’m on it.
those photos to you in five minutes Stacey.
Please have Steve call me immediately.”
“I’ll tell him right now.”
“Thanks a million Stacey!
Okay, step one.
Step two, find someone to take care of these damn streaks.
The delivery company sure as heck wouldn’t.
But perhaps they would offer some sort of
compensation for my time, expense, and inconvenience.
Where to start?
a designer, not a housecleaner!
Matt is my handyman.
He’s not a house cleaner, but he seems to be able to do pretty much
He is one of the very few
resources I have that I can always
“Matt! Hey, it’s Judy.
Look, I’m in a situation and I need a favor.
The delivery guys left some streaks on my
client’s hardwood floors dragging a sofa across it.
Can you come by and have a look?”
“Aww man, I’m booked solid today Judy.
It would be next to impossible to make it out
And even if I could, it wouldn’t
be til seven or eight pm.”
“Shoot, well, I guess thanks anyway,” I mumbled,
“I’ll talk to you later.”
My favorite cabinet maker Dean.
He knew about wood.
If he didn’t have a solution, who would?
Hey, I am in a
pickle right now…”
“Aww that sucks Judy, shoot.
Well, it could be as simple as a little elbow grease.
Try a mild cleaner and water, and see if it
will come off with a gentle rub.
don’t want to make the problem worse by abrading their floors.
Try that, and maybe some mineral oil to renew
the luster if needed.”
“Okay, I’ll try that.
No time like the
present to learn about repairing hardwood floors I guess.
It wasn’t the first time I’d had to put on my handyman hat,
and as I grudgingly observed the unopened lamp boxes, I was all the more
Unpacking and assembling lamps I could do, but it was
tedious time-consuming work, and my day had already been turned upside down.
I checked my phone.
My day was disappearing quick.
My stomach rumbled in reminder that yet again, I had skipped
breakfast in favor of that extra fifteen minutes of sleep.
But there was nothing I could do about it
The job came first.
All the stress was wearing on my brain, and I checked my
phone to see if I had any other appointments today.
I had a 2:00pm
consultation in Pleasanton.
I knew there
was no way I could deal with service recovery like this, and get to Pleasanton
for a consultation, and back, and then back to Orinda to lock up after
There was no way.
I just prayed when I called the customer they would
sorry, but I had a few issues
come up today and I won’t be able to make it to our appointment.
Can we reschedule for sometime next week?”
“Oh, I forgot about that, I’m so sorry.
I must have not put it in my calendar.
Umm, why don’t I give you a call next week
and we can talk then?”
She forgot? What if I had driven down there and no one
was home? That would have been a
complete waste of my time.
“Okay that sounds good Mary.
Just give me a call when you’re ready,” I replied, more concerned with
returning to the grueling task at hand than being irritated at the lady.
It had ultimately been a blessing in disguise.
“Thanks and sorry again!” Mary ended the call.
Okay, time to break out the laptop and scour YouTube.
Thirty minutes later, I had four potential solutions to the
floor streak issue.
I just needed to get
to the store and hope they had the items I needed.
The Ericksons had a gorgeous property, but it came at the
price of being relatively isolated from civilization.
Or so it seemed today.
It would take me twenty minutes to get to the
store, and probably twenty minutes at the store, and twenty to get back.
Maybe I could grab a quick bite while I was in that
Okay good, a way to multi task and
keep my energy up.
Satisfied, I locked
up and dashed for my car.
I’d been to three different stores and shelled out easily
fifty bucks before I had everything in hand I would need—in theory.
It was still a coin toss whether any of these
solutions would actually work.
prayed that one would.
It was nearing 2:30 when I pulled up the driveway of the
Ericksons, the wrapper from my burger now crumpled in the paper bag on the
floor of my passenger side.
My car was
usually a mess.
files, random crap, almost always a crumpled to-go bag, and easily four empty
water bottles at any given time.
Messiness was supposed to be another creative person
I hastily grabbed the bags of items, and let myself in once
An hour and a half later, I had managed to scrub and polish
away the evidence of the careless deliverymen.
others. You hired them, you are responsible.
Sighing, I considered the two lamp boxes.
Just do it
already. Get it over with.
I’d neglected to bring scissors or a box cutter with me
today, so I improvised and used my car key to open the boxes.
It worked, but took a bit more elbow grease
Before I knew it there were Styrofoam bits all over the
And of course the heat kicked on
again, the air from the vent causing them to blow all over the place.
I shook my head and looked up at the ceiling, reviewing the
day’s events in my head.
And it dawned
on me that no one had called.
supposed to call me right away, and never had.
Brushing off the lamps, I was about to put them in their
places on the end tables when I discovered that the two were entirely different
They were obviously the same
model lamp, and the packages had been identical, but they were different
The stone on one was brown, consistent with the photo in the
catalog, while the stone on the other was more of a green tone.
The shade on one was more beigey, while the
shade on the other was more taupey.
They were not
I grimaced as I pulled my laptop out to look up the name and
contact info of my sales rep.
it, I called, and surprise surprise, voicemail.
“Hey Jerry, I just received the two lamps I ordered and they
are different colors.
I need to send
them back, and I don’t want to deal with any fees.
Please call me asap.”
Of course, having no faith in anyone calling me back, I
dialed the manufacturer customer service.
“TJR Lighting Group, this is Diane.”
“Hi Diane, I just received my two lamps, order number 285777,
and they are totally different colors.
think they are dramatic enough in difference to be considered defective and I
need to send them back.”
“Okay let’s have a look at your order…looks like you got the
Now the Harriet lamp is
made out of granite, which is a natural material and subject to variation.
And if the lamp shades were made at different
times, which they probably were, they can also be subject to variation due to
the different dye lots.”
“Yes, I appreciate that, but this is a more dramatic
difference than usual.
I can send you
“Very well, just send them to customer service, and someone
should be in touch within five business days.”
“Fine,” was my brief response.
At this point in the day, I was in no mood to
The lady was correct.
Natural stone was subject to variation, as
These were technically
I hung up, depressed that I would likely eat the cost of
these expensive lamps and have them in my garage for the next year until
someone actually needed them, and of course I could likely only sell off one at
a time, since they didn’t match.
This was easily eight hundred dollars out of pocket.
But the customer was not at fault.
The manufacturer was.
And guess who selected
that manufacturer? It’s on you.
I looked at my phone.
Looking defeated at the slew of Styrofoam bits that were now
littered in vain around the entryway of my client’s home, I groaned before
going in search of a vacuum.
I knew from
experience that sweeping up Styrofoam bits was an exercise in futility.
I looked in the garage, where I’d found the
broom, and thankfully it was there.
Quickly as possible, I vacuumed up all the bits I could
find, and dutifully took the canister outside to empty into the garbage can.
I felt water start to sprinkle on my cheeks.
It was raining.
Despite the cold temperature today, I was sweating like a
It had been a laborious day to say
the least, and it wasn’t nearly finished.
Knowing I needed to get back to Orinda, I ran inside and
proceeded to lug the oversized area rug into the living room and roll it out.
I had just gotten it positioned how I wanted it when I felt
a twinge in my back.
This was not
I stood, and assessed the pain.
I recognized it.
It was the pain that meant my back had
officially had enough for the day, and needed ice.
I had no Advil.
had no ice.
And I had no time.
Taking a discerning look around, I saw the vacuum still
sitting out, and carefully kneeled down to wrap the cord before lugging it even
more carefully back to the garage.
I was about to leave when I remembered the boxes and the
It was delicate work getting the boxes repacked without
generating another flurry of Styrofoam, but I managed it.
Now time to lift the
bulky boxes with granite lamps inside and load them into your far too compact
My back screamed at me, but I had no choice.
It was 4:45 before I pulled out of the Ericksons’ drive and
floored it back to Orinda.
Floored it as best I could that is, during rush hour traffic
in the rain.
handle rain, or so it seemed on days like this with at least four major accidents
throughout the Tri Valley.
In my haste to get back on the road, I’d neglected to turn
on my Pandora, and I figured with all the stupid delays today, perhaps it would
be better to multi task with some phone calls.
“Hey Terry, it’s Judy.
Say, I’ve been waiting on that coffee table for Erickson for a while
Can I get a status please?
Okay, just let me know tomorrow.
“Hey Joe, it’s Judy.
I think we’ll be wrapping up the electrical soon, drywall next
Are we still on to install
cabinets last week of January?
You don’t have shop
I sent you the initial drawings
two months ago.
Why would you schedule
an installation before you even did shop drawings?
So we’re talking at least two weeks delay I
Okay, well, can you send them
“Hey Claire, I need your help with something.
I have a light fixture that only takes G9
bulbs and I need something with a 3000k temperature that puts out a lot of
light, preferably LED.
Can you take a
look and recommend something?
pressed for time, and I need bulbs the end of this week.
Okay, I’ll call you tomorrow, or if possible
I’ll just come into the store.
“Hey Larry, did those memo samples ever get ordered?
I thought you ordered them for me, but it’s
been a month, and I haven’t received anything yet.
Are you sure they got ordered?
Yes, please double check on that, and let me
know asap kay?”
My back continued to scream as I pulled into the Rose’s
Omar hadn’t departed thank
I usually liked to do a walk through
with him before he left for the day, and it was getting dark quick.
Another downside to winter remodels, darkness influenced how
late one could work…at least when a space was fully gutted and had no
artificial lighting to speak of.
sadly that was the case today.
Omar had a portable light set up, but it was still a very
difficult environment in which to work.
late getting back.
“No problem, hey I have a question.
I was looking at your plans, and the lighting
layout you have won’t work.”
“Why not?” I asked, frowning in dread.
“Because the beams are running through here,” Omar pointed
at the gutted ceiling.
“You say you
wanted this thirty inches out, but the beam is there.”
Unfortunately lighting plans were usually a coin toss.
I had to be prepared to make adjustments on
“Hmm,” I muttered in quiet debate.
“Okay, umm, let me see.”
I took the plans from him and held them up to the portable
Glancing between the ceiling and
the plans, I himmed and hawed over it before making a decision.
“Okay, can we start them at thirty six inches out and
Like this,” I explained as
I drew revisions with the dull pencil from the bottom of my purse.
He looked at my revision, and glanced back and forth at the
ceiling before decreeing that yes, it would work.
It wasn’t ideal, but it was the best I could do.
The results would be stunning still, even if
it wasn’t the original plan exactly.
“Okay Judy, I’ll see you tomorrow.
Eight a.m. yes?”
“Yes, and please, if you’re running late, call me and let me
It’s okay if you’re late, I just
need to be kept in the loop.”
As he packed up and got in his truck, I did a walk through
and made sure everything was in order.
Toilet still operational, lights turned off, faucet not dripping, heat
Then the construction zone walk through…
Omar had completed the framing as expected, and started the
I grabbed my tape
measure and began the challenging task of measuring while using my phone as a
I had to make sure the walls were being built as specified,
so we didn’t incur any ugly surprises during cabinet install.
I observed the walls were the correct width,
but the header for the doorway was an inch low.
After activating the alarm system and locking up, I grimaced
when I saw it was now pouring down rain, and scurried out to my car.
I decided to text Ron now, and hopefully he
would address the header issue with Omar so I didn’t have to.
in the kitchen needs to come up an inch, per the drawings. They were built at
85, and I spec’d them at 86.
It was now coming up on 6:30pm, and pitch black out.
The drive down the hill would be spooky as
heck and I opted for country, in contrast to this morning’s rock.
It was hard to be scared when listening to country.
Twenty minutes later, I was an the base of the hill, and
could breathe again.
With the rain, traffic was still crappy, but it wasn’t quite
as bad as earlier.
later, I pulled into my driveway.
After lugging my laptop case and purse through the door and
tossing them on a chair, I immediately went to the freezer.
My back needed ice.
I grabbed the icepack and popped a couple Advil for good
measure before pulling my laptop from its case.
On the couch now, with my feet propped up and ice pack
securely in place, I pulled up my inbox.
As anticipated, there were over a dozen new emails, half of
which were junk.
And the other half of
which were bad news.
Defective motor in a client’s new remote operated window shades.
And of course not a single word from the delivery company.
After shooting out some brief acknowledgement emails,
promising a response the following day, I shut my laptop.
“Hey honey, I’m on my way home!
So, what were you thinkin for dinner?”
Thank you for enduring this small glimpse into my life.
The part that goes largely unnoticed.
The not fun part.
But every day I have no regrets.
I love what I do, and I love my clients.
The payoff, the smile on my clients’ faces,
makes it worth it.
Knowing that I have
gone above and beyond, put in my very best effort, makes it worth it.
The sense of accomplishment and pride that comes
from overcoming defeat, overcoming challenges of days like this, is one that
cannot be matched.