No matter what the Lord has in plan for me during this season of my life, owning Kyle's Clipper has been a great learning experience. I actually really enjoy interacting with my clients (well, most of the time) as I practice communication skills that will be useful, well, forever! It has been a ton of work getting this business going, but I have enjoyed every minute of it! (that is, if I block out several days that didn't exactly go as planned--but hey, even those were learning experiences!)
Speaking of interacting with my clients, the funny thing is that a good percentage of my customer base are (understandably) older ladies. And honestly, they are a tad bit offending. ;0) I am known to most of them not as Kyle, but as sweet, sweetie, sweetheart or some variant of that same form. For goodness sake, it is as if I am one of their adorable little grandsons, not the young man that I prefer myself to be seen as! It is really awkward when I go to shake their hand and they gather me in for a hug instead (which happened just yesterday), or even blow kisses at me when I am leaving. o.O But after each of my "seasoned" lady customers rounded up my mowing bill by five dollars yesterday, I suddenly don't mind being their adopted grandson so much . . . I guess I should milk this rather unwanted stigma for as long as I can. ;0)
Then there are the growing experiences where I have to repeat to myself over and over again the business rule of thumb that "the customer is always right." For instance, yesterday while walking through a lawn that seems to be the hangout spot for all the dogs of the neighborhood, I asked for a shovel so that I could pick up what I sensitively termed "the doggy presents", with one suggestive glance at the little brown pile at my feet.
My client responded, "Oh, just ignore them! I always just run right over them."
I opened my mouth, but then forced myself to remember that yep, the customer is always right. All I could think about as I mowed was an old "love" song by Andrew Peterson, "Dancing through the Minefields." I was playing the "dodge the mine" game so well until the very end too, but then I relaxed my vigilant guard for one second and . . . squish. Sigh.
And here I am now waking up to a bright and sunny day, which means that another day of mowing awaits! Please pray for me today as I meet with a couple of new clients, that I would give a good first impression!