My Roots

Hello friends and fellow bloggies. To follow along with my initial post, I am going to give you a little bit of insight into the world that Diana or Dee. I was a wee itty-bitty teenager. Okay 17 was not that young but young enough to be naïve to the big peoples world! Anyways, being a 17 carefree, fresh out of High School girl, I had no real direction. My cousin mentioned that she was working at a flower shop and that her boss needed more help. Since I come from a low-income family, I decided that finding a job would be more ideal. I figured it would help ease the financial burden of my parents having to feed 1 of their six children soooo, work it is!
I was introduced to a very sweet but stern “Boss” lady. Being young and inexperienced it was hard and grueling. Working on your feet for 6-8 hours, stopping only when you had a lunch break, getting yelled at when you didn’t do things correctly, it all left this teenager, tender and battered. I didn’t even get to work with flowers! I wanted out, but when I got my first paycheck, it felt rewarding. I was ecstatic! I got money, money, MONEY, and I made it all on my own. Eventually, after learning the basics I was taught how to arrange, not to sound conceited but, I had an eye for it. It was the best feeling to have a customer praise, appreciate the time, effort, and love, I put into each arrangement.
Fast-forward 13 years…being that I’m much older, much wiser, and much more mature, I can really appreciate everything that I learned from my boss lady sensei. I appreciate everything that she taught me about being a florist. I learned valuable skills that helped me with my craft, but I also learned valuable people skills, which really opened me up since I was such an introvert. I learned that a clean workspace helps you stay organized and keeps the fluster bugs away when you’re working. I learned that being punctual and on time was very important because it’s not just your time that your wasting but others. I learned that others depend on you to get their product out and in a timely manner, so I was taught to work fast and efficiently. I learned how to embrace getting my hands dirty and carrying buckets daily while crafting my big ass biceps. Most importantly, I was taught the love of working with flowers. Though they may be delicate, fragile, and require lots of tender love and care but with the right tweak, push, plug, and pull, you create something that brings a smile or glow to someones face, and that my friend is enough said…
My almost 10 years at Valley Florist was bittersweet. It was hard to leave but I needed to grow and expand my floral horizons. I loved my teacher, friend, and mentor for all her years of experience, advice, and anxiousness. Thank you Vicky for all that you’ve taught this little lady, I’m sorry I left but I’m truly grateful and so honored that you were my teacher. You will forever have a place in my heart!
So what happened next? Follow along to my next post to find out!

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