
Carriage Cleaners was my 2nd job. My 1st job was the Miami Bake Shoppe on 5 mile and Merriman. I sold bread...and cookies...and pies...and all manner of delicious baked goodness. The cash register reminded me of a Fisher Price model I had as a kid. I had to do the math in my head and hated the humiliation of it. It always took me forever, I always got flustered, I was always usually wrong...ugh!! But that wasn't the worst part of that job...it was the onions. Chopping bags and bags of stinky, sweet yellow onions that made my eyes water and swell to red balls of fire...all for the onion rolls, which were disgusting anyway. Blah! They left it for "the night girl", and giggled at me as they left the shoppe, knowing how much I hated it and how bad I was going to reak the next day at school. I'd sit on my hands in 4th hour cuz I knew that Caroline Klein could smell them and was the only girl rude enough to call me out on it. But ANYWAY...I digress!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
My 2nd job was Carriage Cleaners at 6 mile and Newburgh. I was the evening counter girl. I'd come in at 3 or so and sort and bag the clothes and place them on the cool conveyor belt. It was mellow. I was rarely busy. After I got done bagging the orders I'd just chill at the counter and do my homework. Run the cash register when customers came in to pick up their clothes, tag clothes when orders came in, empty the cash register, turn off the lights, and lock the doors when 7 pm rolled around. Pretty sweet gig. There were moments though, oh yes indeedy!!
Like the times when customers were unhappy with their press jobs...oh the fury!! Or other moments when that darn stain didn't come out...oh the horror!! A couple times I was sure I was going to be held up at gun point...yes, even in a Livonia strip mall!! (ha ha!) Once I not only forgot to lock the back door, I actually forgot to close the back door. Ooooh, I thought I was done fer that time. But no...the owner and manager seemed to like me and the work I did...go figure. I actually remember getting a couple raises there over the years. I worked there from my Junior year until my 2nd year of college...I was part of the "Carriage Cleaners family"!! I remember they told me that when I (finally) got married, I could bring my dress back to get cleaned and preserved. Unfort, it (the marriage thing) took awhile and by the time it happened, there were new owners. Bah humbug! So much for "family"!! (ha ha!)
Anyway, I digress!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Here's the part where my past comes back to haunt me, or bless me as the case may be. Our home teacher owns a dry cleaner/laundromat called "Sparkle" in Oglesby. He's a great guy...we really like he and his wife. They helped us out a ton when Miss P was born. He was on my speed dial for when labor ensued...and he was the one who showed up at the hospital to take the girls when my water broke. Good people...nuff said. Anyway, he was recently diagnosed with cancer. Blah, boo, hiss!!! Anyway, he is still positive and proactive. Treating his impending surgery like a long vacation from work. Except he was planning on just shutting down his business for the month or so of recup time and follow-ups. He was talking all of this over with Mark at Church one Sunday, when a little light bulb pops up over Mark's head and he says to him, "ya know, Suzy did a little dry cleaning a long time ago...she could probably help you out if you're interested." Only trouble is that this business is his baby...his blood, sweat, tears...he takes a lot of pride in his work and has built a loyal clientele for a reason. He likes the fact that he runs the whole show, he has nobody to blame for mistakes but himself. I think it took him a minute (or twenty) to consider the offer. Ultimately, I think he realized that this is part of his journey...letting go and letting God provide and direct. He asked me if the offer was still good and I said, "absolutely, when do I start?!?"
So that's the reason I've been MIA on the blog front lately folks. I've been brushing up my pressing skills...pants, shirts, some prom dresses, some drapes...it's all good. It came right back...like riding a bike I guess!! I'll probably just work part time summer hours until he can get back on his feet. It's actually kind of fun...perfect work for this nit picky control freak!! Boo-yah!!
