I'm sitting her at 7:15pm drinking a glass of wine that I was very tempted to have at 1:15 this afternoon. One of those days. It started back on Wednesday afternoon when I got a call from Mary Kay corporate congratulating me on being on target for my car and beginning my director-in-qualification period. The had a challenge for me. They wanted me to meet with 5 women by Friday at 5pm and go through the facts of the business and get their opinion. Now when someone challenges me to do something, I get it done. I realized that in order for this to happen I was going to have to bring Farrah to some of these appointments. I'll save you the suspense and let you know that yes, I did finish. And when I look back at the last 48 hours I have to say, I'm pretty dang proud of myself because of everything that could have potentially deterred me. I'll get to the part about the old lady that should have been punched.
So I had 3 of these appts. today and Farrah was going to have to tag along to each one. Appts. 1 and 2 were spread out so I thought I would run some errands in between. I was at the park with Farrah and it started to get really warm. My guess is it was about 80 degrees. Her cheeks got red so I took off her socks to hopefully cool her off a bit. I left not long after that and went to the post office. There was a long line and I contemplated leaving but I really needed to mail this package so I waited and Farrah sat patiently in her car seat. In walks old lady. Normally old ladies like to comment about babies and either say how cute they are, or give their opinions (unsolicited) so when she got in line behind me and seemed to notice the baby I thought that's what was going to happen... not so much. Before she says anything, no "hi", no "oh what a cute baby", she says "oh my gosh, she doesn't have socks on." I politely say "yes, we were just at the park and she got really warm so I took them off." I thought this would shut her up, but no. "She should really have socks on. I used to work in a hospital (my guess is this was back in 1802) and I saw sick babies all the time. She should really be wearing socks and a hat or she could get pneumonia." Really? REALLY??? Pneumonia when it's 80 degrees outside I'm sure. At this point people in the post office are starting to turn to look. Not sure if they were looking because they wanted to see who this crazy old lady was or because they wanted to check out this horrible mother who's child goes sock less. I once again told her that she was really warm hence the pink cheeks but apparently she didn't get it. I can put up with unwanted advice but what she said next threw me over the edge. I think maybe she was angry that I didn't say "oh my gosh you are so right, let me hurry up and put socks on this kid before she comes down with something," because the next thing I know she says "Oh my, I just get chills when I see poor babies like yours."
*crickets*
You know when you get so mad that you literally feel your heart start to race and you start to shake? I thought about what to do next. I was surrounded by all the people in line (who were all staring at me at this point to see what I was going to do I'm sure) so it's not like I could punch her and get away with it. Is it worth jail time? Debatable. So even though I wanted so badly to drop that old lady, instead I turned to her and said "She is very well taken care of thank you very much." I wish I would have told her off a little bit better but that always happens right? Looking back you wish you would have said something. I couldn't fathom the idea of standing in line with this old bat behind me for the next half hour while I waited so I left.
As if that wasn't bad enough I still had to put on my happy face and go to an appt. for work. I took a few deep breaths, smiled and went to the house where my next appt. was. She was a client of mine that for the past few years had been back and forth about starting her own Mary Kay business and never committed. A really sharp lady too that I always thought I'd love to work with. I had told her about this challenge from corporate and she agreed to meet with me to help me out. As we were about to start her son (maybe 5th grader I'd guess) informed her that something was wrong with his Cup O Noodles and opens the microwave and smoke pours out. He forgot to add water. So as the smoke and fumes fill the room I grab Farrah and walk outside. The old me would have thrown in the towel. Instead I stood on the porch with Farrah in my arms, waited for my client to open all the windows and she came to the porch and we stood there and I just went through it all right there on the porch. And, after several years of back and forth, she signed up. And I couldn't be more excited to work with her... she's going to be great. I'm so glad I didn't just go home because of some old lady who probably has a lot of saddness in her life.
Enjoy the pictures of my beautiful Farrah.
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