Dear goddess, I just want to be a florist, not a business woman.
It’s lovely that all three people I made bouquets for this week wanted my business card, which I, of course, don’t have. But I got the message and went investigating last night.
Now I’m in a maelstrom of technology so it seems. For the record, I am utter crap with technology. For emphasis, think how Rik Mayall would have said that in The Young Ones. The world has gone online and I am being dragged kicking and screaming into it like a severely recalcitrant toddler.
Given that floristry is a visual art, customers must be able to see what you make online. So I have to have some kind of online presence but in what form?
Perhaps I’d be a little more open minded if that large company named after a fruit had fixed the problem that arose some years ago instead of making me sign a thing saying I’d never back up to the cloud. Which has left me with severely outdated operating systems so I can’t even download an app.
I’d rather just go and work for a florist part time initially, but that’s proving difficult to manifest. So I’m being forced into self employment before I am ready. I don’t want to work from home because, as I learnt last week, my space is unsuitable and I don’t have a fridge, and coming into summer, that latter item is essential.
What to do? What to do?