When you see me laughing and smiling in the shop it's usually because I'm happy. I genuinely love working with flowers and being in the heart of the local community. I get great pleasure from delighting people, going the extra mile and exceeding expectations.
It's why I opened the shop, I love to please, I take it very hard when I fail to do this and when my best efforts are met with rudeness and mis-understanding I wonder whether it's all worth it.
Let me explain...
Fridays are generally busy in The Flower Shop, people are going away to visit friends and family, planning dinner parties, having people to stay, celebrating, relaxing and spending time at home. Flowers play a part in all these activities and I hope the shop here in Pulborough makes these times extra special.
This Friday it also happened to be Valentines Day.
Hundreds of people who never usually buy flowers for their loved ones, want beautiful bouquets containing the freshest, reddest roses available. This is absolutely fine and my pleasure to provide, but so do hundreds of thousands of other people, all across the country and getting all the stock needed for this takes lots of advance planning and a certain amount of guesswork. Getting orders in advance helps but there will always be a large number of last minute requests and people popping in.
By Thursday morning I had everything organised, I had enough staff in to make up orders ready for Friday's morning deliveries and most of the roses had turned up, all we needed was the foliage and a wide selection of complementary flower and the arranging could commence. It was going to be a long day and probably a long night, followed by an early morning.
Then DISASTER
struck!
The second delivery of flower failed to turn up. The wholesaler was unable to deliver and I really felt as though we were COMPLETELY
and UTTERLY STUFFED!
AAAAAAAAAGH! @$%^&)(!!! ***^^%$!!!!
(All swear words have been edited out)
After having a near mental breakdown and flooding the shop with a torrent of tears.
I managed to pull myself together and think. I got on the phone to one of our other wholesalers, hoping that they would be able to cover the missing stock, thinking there wasn't a chance in hell. Unbelievably, they said that they could, but it wouldn't be until Friday morning.
While hugely relieved, I had no idea how we were going to get all the bouquets made up on Friday morning, while the shop was open. I hardly slept on Thursday night, I was up at the crack of dawn, just pacing, knowing that there's was nothing I could do until that delivery arrived. I had a funeral to go out and contract work to fulfil, that was ready and waiting to go and I was desperate to get them out, but I had to wait at least until the sun came up.
I sent John out with the funeral as soon as I could and spent the next hour pacing around the little space there was in the shop, given that the floor was completely filled with thousands of pounds worth of roses. Our driver Miche, turned up early thinking she could get started on the early deliveries but the was NOTHING
for her to do, so I sent her home again.
Then the flower delivery turned up.
The floor was completely covered. Becks and Ali turned up and just managed to squeeze in through the door. Soon we were frantically preparing flower, stripping, cutting and getting them into buckets ready to arrange. There were at least 100 orders on the clip waiting to be made up, some for collection, some for delivery.
I had two delivery drivers on the go, driving in opposite directions, trying to fulfil requests for early morning, mid morning and mid-day deliveries, before moving on to the afternoon. We can't guarantee delivery times for reasons like the above, literally anything can happen, but as always we do our best. When deliveries can't be made because there's no one in and there's nowhere safe to leave them, then the drivers have to bring them back to the shop, which makes things doubly difficult. As the number of bouquets to go out increases, there's nothing worse than having bouquets that have gone out, come back in.
The rest of the afternoon passed in a blur, we were working so fast but aware that each bouquet had to be extra special. Doing my best and going that extra mile was still at the forefront of my mind, letting anyone down would feel like failure.
The phone had been ringing all day and whoever picked the phone up had to sound calm and in control, which at times was somewhat difficult. This time Becky picked the phone up and quickly tossed it over to me as if it was on FIRE.
It was a bride, she was getting married on Saturday, the very next day and ...her florist had been involved in a road traffic accident and was unable to make up her bridal bouquets!!
"Yes, of course I can do that for you, this evening, yes, yes, that's fine"
Oh flaming heck, why do I do this to myself!!! ????
That was a question I kept asking myself all afternoon. When an irate customer phoned wanting to know where his flowers were, knowing John was stuck in the mud trying to reach his house and again, when another customer who wasn't in when we'd tried to deliver to earlier that day came into the shop and insisted we re-delivered the bouquet to his house, despite them having been returned and there for him to take.
I managed to keep my composure until the end of the day, not wanting to let anyone see I was crumbling and not wanting anyone else to feel that they had let me down in anyway. I continued to tell myself that whatever had gone wrong that day it was my fault and only I could fix it. I went home that evening and just sat looking at the wall, with a glass of wine in my hand, wondering if I could go on being the village florist.
Saturday was another day and tomorrow will be a new week.
Bring on Mother's Day!