I’m so excited about having a blog that I’m back again already!
I am unwinding now after spending the last half an hour stalking up and down my street knocking on the doors of folks who didn’t leave their Avon catalogues outside for me to pick up today. Thank goodness that’s over with! I had to knock on the nextdoor neighbours’ door (with whom my parents havent always seen eye to eye) and frankly that was just awkward. I knocked on another door and immediately noticed the catalogue was on an outdoor ledge staring me in the face- made a runner before anyone answered the door! On the bright side I actually got an order from one house, the house with the friendly black cat we like to call Tinkerbell for the bell on its collar.
Yeah so about a month ago I was out walking my dog wearing a scruffy ponytail and sunglasses, when this girl in a posh black car drove up next to me and hard sold me into doing Avon. I’m actually quite enjoying it as it gives me something to do for the summer and a chance to earn some pocket money before I go to university.
Although I started with only a week and 10 catalogues, by the grace of God I actually got a super large order. It gave me a nice lil morale boost.
Then all the stuff came in parcels yesterday and the fun really did begin! Only one of my houses had made an order; the rest were from friends and the dentists. So I decided to be oh-so considerate and ring up the lady in the house to check if it was convenient to take her order round (usually you just turn up on the door). One symptom of Social Anxiety* can be fear of making phone calls to strangers and I’m no exception. I picked up the phone, tapped in the number, and then realised my heart was thumping violently fast. So I took a few minutes to breathe deeply, to little effect, before doing the job. As the phone was ringing I kept needing to swallow until I got scared it would make me choke the moment someone answered and I had to say “Hello bla, bla, bla.” This didn’t happen, but I still goofed up. When a voice answered I asked in my politest little angel voice, “Hello, is that Janet?” Turned out it was a bloke who said in his unpolitest sarcastic voice “No, does it sound like Janet?” In my defence, his voice had this Winnie the Pooh-like quality that made it sound like it could be either an old man or an old woman’s voice. For the rest of the phone call he sounded tetchy and I stuttered cause I was unnerved. The upshot of it was that he told me to ring back later (the last thing I wanted to do!) In the end, all was well, but I don’t think I’ll be going out of my way to make any unnecessary phone calls again!
I didn’t sleep very well, and I always find this significantly amps up my Social Anxiety the next day. My first job was to go to the dentists this morning with all their orders, but I’ve never dealt with so much money before and goodness knows my maths is disgusting– somehow I came out of school with a B in it but that was by blood, sweat, and tears (Figure of speech guys!). I know a couple of the dentists and they’re lovely but nevertheless the old S.A.D got in the way again. I got all my maths wrong under their watchful stares, forgetting to check how much they’d given me and they had to tell me how much change I needed to give them because I was all a muddle. It’s a good job they’re an honest bunch or they’d have got an extra £20 change! Me oh my.
And then all the scuttling around chasing down catalogues tonight, as I’ve already mentioned. I’m going to have plenty more of that in the next few months.
*Being scared of making calls doesn’t necessarily mean you have S.A.D