Well, it has been ages since I have thought to sit down and write. So, let me see, where do I begin?
My job is a very good fit for me. I don’t mind travel, love to quilt and teach, sharing ideas is fun to me…so this is a good fit. I like people, too. Most of the time I meet wonderful people. I will say that the majority of people in my classes are female. These women are intelligent, have opinions and a voice. I like that, too. I feel I am like that myself. Often the conversations in class will be lively and there are lots of laughs. I love that part. Designing the quilts, buying the fabric and all that goes into making of the kits is sometimes a challenge but a part of my job that makes it what it is. All in all, I really enjoy my job.
There are times though when someone comes into a class and has no idea what it took for me to get there. I am there for her pleasure and her alone. All things good should come to her and nothing should ever go wrong. Lucky for me this happens a great deal. (Luck being the prime word) Things go wrong. I make mistakes. Kits cannot arrive, I get ill, someone I depend on has a problem and any number of other domino effect obstacles can pop up. When these things happen I try my best to make them right, fix what I can and make do with others. On occasions things fall thru the cracks and I lose a sales slip, forget to ship something, run out of a product before the orders are all filled…I have problems.
Now, when these problems happen it isn’t like I am doing them on purpose. Trust me, I want to have millions of sales. I want to please each and every customer. Doesn’t always happen. Doesn’t mean I want trouble…it just happens.
Then along comes that student who has no sense of what happened before her arrival. I know she drove miles, flew miles, walked miles to get there. She most likely carried, towed or pushed lots of things up a hill to find me. When the bad thing (whatever it is) happens between us, my advice is duck. She will not be nice. She will most likely say or do something that is really mean and it will be directed towards me. Sometimes I am guilty of a crime against quilts in some way and she is letting it be known. I want to go on record…I am sorry. I am sorry that something happened to you before you got to class that made you think I made your quilt not right, bad, not like the sample, not what you wanted, the wrong color, size or whatever. I am sorry that you feel I did it to you. I am on record, in writing that I am sorry.
This goes for the woman who lost one triangle, the person who is still screaming because I didn’t have enough fabric for her to buy for a border, the sewing machine tech who tried to teach my class because ‘she knew a better way’ or the woman who just wrote me a letter to tell me she was very ‘disappointed in my professionalism’ and the list goes on and on.
And while I am at it….Thank you. Thank you for keeping me on my toes, reminding me that as much fun as this is it is still a job. Thank you for the students who want to take a kit class and then goes on to enter it in a show and sends me the picture of her and the ribbon. (I love that!) Thank you for the kind, wonderful, sweet students who send me letters about the way I changed them, their quilts, their color choices and that they consider me a friend. I can’t thank you enough for all that. Keep it coming! Bring it on!
This year looks like it is going to be a banner year. Join me. Check out my schedule, hire me to come to your group, guild, show…Please. I love my job and all the problems that it brings. See you on the road!