Most days, I love my job. I love that I can stay home with my daughter and take her with me if I want. I love the people I meet, and the feeling I get knowing that I'm making them smile and giving them something I know they will get an incredible amount of enjoyment out of.
BUT Some days I HATE MY JOB. I hate the 3:00 am phone calls that junior poured kool aid in the aquarium, or the times my clients don't call me in time and I can't do anything when I get there.
Today was one of those days where I kinda hated my job...I got a phone call at 4:00 am asking about gobies. FOUR IN THE MORNING. They weren't even a client, just some guy surfing the web and saw my site. Then after I politely answered his questions the guy proceeded to have a conversation with me about what fish he had at home. AT FOUR IN THE MORNING. I get that we're available 24 hours a day, and there's a reason for that, but who calls at 4:00 am to talk about GOBIES?!?!
I honestly thought it was a joke, but it unfortunately was not. I'm now updating my site with more pictures, because the guy specifically asked me to.
BUT Some days I HATE MY JOB. I hate the 3:00 am phone calls that junior poured kool aid in the aquarium, or the times my clients don't call me in time and I can't do anything when I get there.

Today was one of those days where I kinda hated my job...I got a phone call at 4:00 am asking about gobies. FOUR IN THE MORNING. They weren't even a client, just some guy surfing the web and saw my site. Then after I politely answered his questions the guy proceeded to have a conversation with me about what fish he had at home. AT FOUR IN THE MORNING. I get that we're available 24 hours a day, and there's a reason for that, but who calls at 4:00 am to talk about GOBIES?!?!

