Yesterday was uneventful (I slept pretty much all day so I guess that could be something I was happy for) and because it was uneventful, I'm going to say that today is my Day 5 of happies.

So I got into work this morning and was immediately in a bad mood. The shop was a wreck. The garbage hadn't been taken out, dishes were left in the sink unwashed, and the floor was covered in debris. On the computer was a note saying that a customer was going to come in at some point and bring us things he wanted us to design with. I quickly went and tried to do a quick clean on the shop, fuming the whole time simply because I felt like my own boss felt she was too good to pick things up. You see, when we close for the night, we've always vacuumed and tried to get the place looking neat for the morning crew. Not only is it common courtesy but it also is good for business. You don't want your early morning customers coming in to the shop being a wreck. It just looks bad. Well, for the past month, I have got Friday's off so I could work the weekend shifts. I have come in for the past month on Saturday morning to the shop being a disaster. They don't even try. The counters are cluttered with flowers that haven't been put away (flowers that half the time die over night) and the place stinks of rot because the garbage hasn't been taken out. It irritates me because I always make sure this place is spotless before I leave at night. I don't see why they can't extend the same courtesy.

(I promise, there is happy at the end of this tale)

So, just as I finish cleaning, I find myself still upset, fuming and trying to figure out a way to nicely tell my boss that she needs to at least attempt at night to look like she cares. Especially when she has the help of two of her children here. Just as I was trying to calm down, the door opened behind me and I turn around to a customer. He smiles at me and has a bag in his hand so I figure this is the guy that we're putting some things together for. When he comes up to the counter he looks at me and say's "I'm disappointed that you are not a fairy." It is amazing how quickly I started smiling.

Now, I have never met this man in person before but I have talked to him over the phone for years. His name is Zack and he has been one of our customers since this shop opened over a decade ago. He lives in California and his wife lives here so every week, he sends her some sort of arrangement. Flowers, fruit baskets, chocolate boxes without chocolate in it because she's on a diet... :) None of us have ever met him, not even Bridgette who has been here for years. But, I recognized his voice. It was an instant recognition and I didn't realize how nice it was to finally put a face to the name and voice. Anyway, his wife did come in over Halloween, in which I was dressed up as a fairy. She told him all about it and so he continued to tease me about it for the duration of the time he was here. He stayed for a good twenty minutes, looking around the shop and talking with me. He asked about my life, asked how long I had worked here, what type of hours I enjoyed working, he even asked me how I took my coffee when he noticed I was drinking from a Starbucks cup. He greeted me with a hug and said goodbye with one too, all smiles. And that. That is why I work where I do. I get these customers, and yes, they are few and far between, but they make everything that happens here worth while. They're kind, and they keep coming back, and they actually take an interest in your life, and make you feel like you actually matter to them instead of being a blip on their radar for the day. I like it when people come in and talk as opposed to just handing me over their money without even smiling. It makes me feel like I'm here to help them, not to serve them. Seeing Zack this morning did me a lot of good and while I probably will never see him again (let's face it, it took the man ten years to come here as it was) I can actually say that I got to meet him once and when he calls, it'll make things all the better. So that is what makes me happy today and it is only 10:30 in the morning. :)

I think I'm a little bit in love with the older (and when I say older, I mean about thirty) guys that come in the shop every once in a while to buy roses for a girlfriend. They are always bursting to tell me about how this relationship is new and how they want to start it out right. It always makes me smile. I encourage them, telling them that they're starting out good. Flowers really do go a long way. Today, I happened to mention to the guy that I've never recieved flowers in my life. He looked at me surprised and just shook his head. He told me he'd have to go and whip some guys into shape out there because that just wasn't right. I smiled and laughed but kept and just told him that since I'm only nineteen, guys at my age aren't really interested in the building of a relationship. He glared and flat out told me that guys at that age or "tards". I love my customers. :) They only confirm for me that I'm doing the right thing about not dating a guy my age.