Work, work, work. That's what this past week has been.
The funnier part is that the amount of work I did wasn't even really that much. I used to put in anywhere between a 40-60 hour week without thinking about it, but this week 30 was pushing my limits.
I know I'm going to get a lecture from my "cancer moms" telling me that I shouldn't try to push too hard, too fast. But believe me, I've already picked up on that. When I'm tired after working for only 7 or 8 hours, I have no other option than to believe it's a residual effect from the chemo and radiation. 'Cause normally, that'd be no problem.
Some women I've talked to told me it might take up to a year for me to get "back to normal." Whatever that may be.
For now, though, I find myself yawning at 8pm. Granted, I rarely go to bed that early because there is still a part of me that feels like coping out that early is just wussy. And I don't like to be a wuss.
The plan for today is to make it out to either Lakeside Mall or The Somerset Collection to hand out my cards and strike up deals with the pretty faces behind the counters so that I can get my name out there.
I was talking with one of the girls that I work with last night and asked if she wanted to go with to hand out cards at Somerset soon and I'm not sure I understood her response. It seemed she was worried that we would be stepping on someone else's turf or that maybe we were inferior to the resident mall salon. I was confused. Actually, I still am.
Either way, I'm not worried about it. If their work is better than mine, it will show and their clients will stay. However, if it's not... well, that's how the game goes. I won't badmouth another stylist or salon to gain their clientele, but I'm not going to sit back and just hope people appear in my chair, either. I'm going to get my hustle on and let people know that if they'd like, I'm here: talented, able, and willing. (And in a lot of cases, more budget friendly, too!)
The ubiquitous "they" say that if you gain about 50 clients in a year, probably expect to lose about 10-20% of them in that same year. Some people just like to jump around, while others die, move, go off to college, etc... Regardless, your client's lives are not static, so they won't be either.
Anyway, that's enough of that.
Isaac has been studying like a madman, making sure that he's ready for everything that his Cardiology class can throw at him. He's definitely a little bit stressed, but I suppose a little fire under everyone's behind does some good.
I've been getting little love-notes from him recently, which I adore. Maybe it has to do with the fact that I'm working a little bit now. Or maybe it's because I've been conscious for a couple of consecutive months instead of doped up on the chemo drugs. Whatever the cause is, I'm a fan.
I've been enjoying my time at Nordstrom so far too. It's a very interesting place.
Dad got home from Africa today!! I haven't talked to him yet because I think everyone is together hanging out, talking about how the trip was over lunch and stuff, but I'm hoping that I'll be able to chat with him soon.
It's weird, not being home in Iowa for his homecoming. I can picture in my head what's probably gone on and I can remember what the emotional atmosphere was last time he got home, but it stinks, not being able to be there and share it with them.
I've been having weird dreams, too. Really weird, and REALLY vivid. Almost every night. Even weirder, Jessica and I both dreamt that I was pregnant a couple of nights ago. Glory, I hope not. I know, I know, His timing is perfect. I have complete trust in that; I just would be extremely curious how it would work with our present life situation.
C'est la vie.
