Two Weeks Notice

Something revolutionary (at least for me) happened last night. I was waiting tables at the restaurant and two ladies dressed in business suits were at one of my tables. When I went up to them to introduce myself, and get their drink orders, they completely took me by surprise. They asked me if I was Tina. I was confused but just smiled and said yes. They explained that a colleague of there’s had me make a dress and they were wondering if I could make one for each of them to for an upcoming event they had to attend. First of all, I was shocked they even knew who I was and what I did (besides waiting tables to lovely Beverly Hillians who sometimes had an attitude). Second of all, I was in complete disbelief when my coworker told me they had waited an extra hour just so they could sit at one of my tables because they wanted to ask me something.

I served them their food and gave them my information so they could contact me. They told me they already had it but came to talk to me at the restaurant because they felt it would be rude to come straight to my place. At that moment, I thought of something. I felt like I should give them a business card, but I didn’t have any. Until this point, my “business” was pretty much advertised by word of mouth. I never felt the need for business cards because I didn’t want a lot of people to know what I did or else it could get out of hand. I was working at a restaurant and going to school so that didn’t leave a lot of time for making clothes. Then, it hit me. Why was I still working at a restaurant? Yes, I got a decent amount of money for working 30 hours a week. Yes, the tips were really good. Despite this, I didn’t want to wait tables. My passion was making clothes. I was misusing 30 hours of my week. Instead of waiting tables I could using the time to make clothes. But was I making enough money making clothes to leave my job at the restaurant? Yes. With all the clients I was getting lately, I was making the money I made in a month at the restaurant (tips included) in just one short week.

When I got home, I started talking to Indy about what had happened. He asked me the same thing I had asked myself, “Why are you still working at the restaurant?” Why was I still working at the restaurant? I didn’t need the job there anymore. It was actually an inconvenience working at the restaurant. I was getting more and more clients, and having to stop everything so I could go wait tables at a Beverly Hills steak house wasn‘t helping. It was only slowing me down. I was going to need more time anyways because I had to clothe practically all of Middle Earth for the Lord of the Rings themed wedding. That’s going to be a lot of work, and I have no intention of refusing my other clients service because of it.

I stayed up thinking most of the night, and I decided I’m going to put in my two weeks notice today. I’m going to embrace my inner designer. (But I still have no idea what the Lord of the Rings lady meant when she said I should embrace my inner elf.)