My productivity was likely trashed yesterday by a bride who has to micro-manage everyone within earshot.
I pin the Mother-of-bride dress. There is great angst, because husband of said MOB doesn't like his wife's cleavage displayed. Bride has chosen for her mother a low-cut dress with tiny spaghetti straps. I shorten the straps, covering the cleavage by a couple millimeters.
I pin part of her hem, I ask if it's okay. MOB says yes. So I pin the rest of it. Then she looks at the bridesmaid, whose hem is 1/4" longer. She asks bride if hers should be longer, too. Bride says yes, so the whole dress is unpinned and re-pinned. Additional 30 minutes.
MOB takes the dress off, and the tiny straps have dug into her shoulders. Frankly, it does look painful. Bride and MOB berate me for twenty minutes about how I should fix this. Well, I can loosen the straps, but then her cleavage shows more. MOB can wear a bra, thus taking some of the work of supporting her cleavage off her shoulders, but she doesn't want to wear one. This takes another thirty minutes. They are not happy with my lack of magic.
Bride then berates me for making her life difficult because the appointments aren't convenient for her (she has decided that she must be present for every fitting of every member of her party, and present for the final, pick-up appointments as well) I make an exception for her, hoping to appease her. Another fifteen minutes.
Then she and her mother and sister gripe about how the alterations prices are outrageous. Quietly standing there, while they insult my profession, maybe seven minutes.
We have to record whatever tasks we did that day, and keep track of our productivity. A fitting that is supposed to take 30 minutes took me more than an hour and fifty minutes.
I pin the Mother-of-bride dress. There is great angst, because husband of said MOB doesn't like his wife's cleavage displayed. Bride has chosen for her mother a low-cut dress with tiny spaghetti straps. I shorten the straps, covering the cleavage by a couple millimeters.
I pin part of her hem, I ask if it's okay. MOB says yes. So I pin the rest of it. Then she looks at the bridesmaid, whose hem is 1/4" longer. She asks bride if hers should be longer, too. Bride says yes, so the whole dress is unpinned and re-pinned. Additional 30 minutes.
MOB takes the dress off, and the tiny straps have dug into her shoulders. Frankly, it does look painful. Bride and MOB berate me for twenty minutes about how I should fix this. Well, I can loosen the straps, but then her cleavage shows more. MOB can wear a bra, thus taking some of the work of supporting her cleavage off her shoulders, but she doesn't want to wear one. This takes another thirty minutes. They are not happy with my lack of magic.
Bride then berates me for making her life difficult because the appointments aren't convenient for her (she has decided that she must be present for every fitting of every member of her party, and present for the final, pick-up appointments as well) I make an exception for her, hoping to appease her. Another fifteen minutes.
Then she and her mother and sister gripe about how the alterations prices are outrageous. Quietly standing there, while they insult my profession, maybe seven minutes.
We have to record whatever tasks we did that day, and keep track of our productivity. A fitting that is supposed to take 30 minutes took me more than an hour and fifty minutes.
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