Some days, some of my customers are straight up bratty.
Some days, certain individuals act like they’re doing me a favor when they update their information, even though I’m only asking because it’s truly in their best interest.
Some days, I go home frustrated, feeling not only under-appreciated, but bullied and belittled.
Some days, I wonder if I’m truly suited for a customer-facing job… not because I don’t work well with people, but because I take it so personally when individuals are bitchy, cranky, or just plain rude.
Some days, I wish I could give it all up, have a couple of kids, stay home with them, and leave this whole “what do I want to do with my life?” debate for a time when I’m older, less flighty, and (hopefully) wiser.
Some days, I try to convince Jason that we should just open our own brewery. Or buy a vineyard… or open a grilled-cheese restaurant. Or give up all of our stuff and go live in the Rockies.
Some days, I wonder if there is a point to all this, other than making me a more patient person.