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The. Slowest. Monday. Ever.

The. Slowest. Monday. Ever.

In an effort to get off of my soap box for a minute (yes, I realize that this blog is merely one giant soap box) I thought I’d just tell you a story about the Slowest. Monday. Ever.

    I have no idea what time of year it was, all I know is that I was tired. Nauseous, bloodshot eyes, shin splints, dry and cracked fingers, and sore feet kind of tired. I was so emotionally drained I had trouble recognizing people I knew when they walked through the door. My spatial awareness is always shot when I’m tired so I kept knocking things over (I think I broke 4 mugs and 2 chemexes that day) and (fun fact about me!) I hate loud noises. In fact, I once sent an email to my staff that included the phrase ‘I abhor loud noises’ and it still gets referenced to this day. I don’t know why, but the sound of glass on cement induces this emotional response that makes me cry. So, on this Monday I was on the verge of tears, sore in every part of my body, and I also spent the day almost totally alone.

    I remember 2 people from that day. The first was a friend of mine who I don’t see too often who came in just to get a coffee and say hello. We talked for a moment, he gave me a hug and said:

‘You look tired.’

And then he left.

    That was in the morning, and then in the afternoon a man I had never seen before came in. He was dressed in a (very ill-fitting) shirt, slacks, and a (very ugly) tie. He slowly walked in and looked around. I’m pretty sure he seriously considered leaving but for some reason he didn’t. He walked up to the bar and ordered a coffee. Right after asking for the wifi password he (for the first time) made eye contact with me and asked:

‘Is it always this empty in here?’

    I’m sure I stared at him for too long before I answered, probably due to the fact that I was processing words very slowly, but also due to the fact that the response in my head was as follows:

    ‘NO YOU ASSHOLE! IT GETS BUSY AND I’M HERE BY MYSELF AND IT’S ACTUALLY REALLY HARD AND I’M SORRY THAT IT’S SO HARD TO SIT AT YOUR CUBICLE ALL DAY AND NOT GET BORED AND I’M SURE YOU DID GO TO BUSINESS SCHOOL BUT GUESS WHAT SOMETIMES YOU JUST HAVE TO WORK HARD AND TRUST YOURSELF AND THINGS WILL WORK OUT AT LEAST I HOPE THEY ARE GOING TO WORK OUT BECAUSE I KIND OF DID THIS THING WHERE I FIGURED I COULD JUST MAKE THIS HAPPEN AND DIDNT TOTALLY LOOK INTO ALL OF THE LOGISTICS AND STUFF AND HERE I AM ALONE WITH YOU AND THATS ACTUALLY MY LEAST FAVORITE PART OF THIS WHOLE BIG STUPID COFFEE SHOP IDEA THAT I HAD AND NOW I’M FEELING VERY DEFENSIVE AND I REALLY DONT LIKE TO FEEL THAT WAY’

The words that actually came out of my mouth are as follows:

‘Not really. It’s pretty much this slow all time.’

    He was obviously startled by the response and laughed awkwardly, presumably because he was feeling a mix of ‘this girl is crazy’, ‘this is never going to work’, and ‘I guess I’m stuck here now out of pity’.

    That day I did $250 in sales. $250. From 7am-4pm. It was horrible and it made me think that guy was right. This is never going to work and this girl is crazy.

    The great part is now I get to look back on that Monday and smile. We now have $250 hours, not days. I certainly could have done without that Monday, but Amethyst has come such a long way that I can’t even be mad about it.

    The moral of the story is that there will be bad days. There will be bad months. There will be times when bills are hard to pay and you will probably want to give up at some point and go back to a steady paycheck. You’ll have to work really hard (that’s actually a giant understatement), but if you have a vision and you feel like your company has a purpose, don’t give up. You started something because of a passion and you can’t lose sight of that. You have to be prepared to give a lot (if not all) of yourself for a little while, and that’s exceptionally hard to do. I can’t promise it will work. I still don’t have any sort of guarantee that Amethyst won’t fall apart. It could all fall apart at any moment, but I’ll always be proud of what Amethyst is today. No matter what happens, I’ll at least always have that.

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