Well, we had quite the conversation yesterday but on to lighter topics today!
I met my boss's mother and let me tell you, she is my kind of lady! She has her own small businesses that she has run for 18 years, all successful. She is going to talk to my boss and ask if she can hang around the store with me and sell the scrubs (there is an excess of scrubs here
). She was telling me I should speak my mind about getting him to stick around more because this place needs better customer service that I can't provide unless he is here (or if he'd just give me a solid price list that I can work with!). Calling him up every time a customer wants a quote is ridiculous. That shouldn't be the norm. A guy came a second ago and asked for a quote on embroidery and she was darn near ready to just give him one because she knows how businesses work.
I've already designed a shirt today, so I'm done. I'm waiting for email responses and that's about all I can do until he comes back. I wish he'd give me more stuff to do. I like feeling a little frantic when I'm designing. It keeps me on my toes!
Oooh! I finally got a response from the lady who I wanted to buy muscovy eggs from! She says she has them available and that all I need to do is give her a week's notice so she can get them ready for me. I'm so pumped, but now I have to put my incubator plans in gear and get it done quick! So much to do and I don't even have a place for the babies, but they take 35 days, so I have time! If only one of my hens would go broody, I wouldn't have to do it. I really want to hatch about 2 dozen eggs (and each is about $2.50), plus shipping, so this endeavor will be costly. I'd say about $100 to just get them here, then the cost of building the incubator, and then the feed. It's a lot to take care of.
By the way, I saw the coolest thing this morning. My brother and I were going to get breakfast at Whataburger before he dropped me off at work when we passed by a canal. A HUGE black muscovy came soaring over us, head feathers raised up like my muscovy's do and I was so blown away by how majestic it was. Before Indie (my muscovy) got her wing clipped, she'd fly from the coop to the pool, landing gracefully and scaring all the chickens away. I don't think she was used to seeing hawks, though, because whenever she did, she'd fly over the fence and hide in the tall weeds until they'd pass. When I'd go outside, she'd be waiting for me to let her back inside (because apparently, she couldn't just fly back over, silly girl).
