As you may remember, my first-born precious angel went away to college this past fall.
It’s easy to write about now, because he’s sitting in the next room…home for the summer.
That experience was the most gut-wrenching of my life. I had a really, really, really hard time.
The thought of going through it twice more…well, I’ve got three more years thankfully.
To maintain my sanity…I knew I needed a plan.
Something else to focus on.
Something to keep me super busy and distracted.
So I decided to go back to school and get a degree in interior design.
I figured my degree in Elementary Education was not gonna give me enough “street cred” to do what I really want to do.
I enrolled, went to three weeks of classes and then I realized that it was a mistake-o grande.
Not nearly as delicious as nachos bell grande, I might add.
Here’s the recap, in case you weren’t around back then.
On to PLAN B.
I NEED TO WORK AT POTTERY BARN.
Pottery Barn is my destiny, I thought to myself.
I made a little mental list of all the reasons I should work at Pottery Barn:
+++I love Pottery Barn.
+++I love all of the merchandise.
+++If I had to sum up my personal decorating style the words “Pottery Barn” would be there somewhere.
+++I want to play with all the pillows.
+++I want to camp out at that little design consultation counter at the back of the store and help people pull rooms together.
+++I want to create amazing displays throughout the store.
+++I want to create tablescapes so beautiful that people would weep.
+++I want to lay on their perfectly rumpled display beds while flipping through the catalog. Just being honest, here.
+++I want that suh-weet discount.
Isn’t this sounding like a match made in heaven?
PB and me would go together like peas and carrots.
Then…just to be fair…
I played a little mental devil’s advocate.
It went a little something like this:
—I don’t want to work nights.
—I don’t want to work weekends.
—I don’t want to work late afternoons because I want to be here when my kids get home.
—I don’t want to create displays based on a diagram that comes from corporate.
—I don’t want to have a boss.
—I don’t want to be told what to do.
(My middle name is “you ain’t the boss of me“)
—Also, I’m not really big into “feedback.”
And last, but certainly not least…
—I don’t want to wait on difficult people.
So much for peas and carrots.
Come to think of it…
I adore carrots, but peas make me gag.
There went my brilliant Pottery Barn career.
Out the perfectly dressed, linen draped window.
Doomed before it ever began.
At least I thought this one through before jumping in!
But getting fired for lounging in the display bed while flipping through the catalog sure would have made for a good story.
I had a plan c.
And it’s working out like biscuits and gravy.