About
My first car was a sports car. I learned pretty quickly that drive-through washes wreck paint, so I started watching detailing videos, bought a pressure washer and a foam cannon, and figured out how to do it right. I was probably washing it more than I needed to.
Most things I work toward take a long time to show up. Detailing isn't like that. I'd finish a shift, walk out to the parking lot, and my car would be sitting there clean in the sun. That part never got old.
The truck
My work truck is a 2004 Suburban I inherited from my pawpaw. When I got it, the dash was crumbling, there was a rip in the passenger seat, the carpets were a wreck, and it smelled like smoke. None of that's true anymore. It's got rock chips in the paint from years of gravel, and I left those alone. But I keep it as clean as a car like that can be, inside and out.
How I work
The owner of the music school I grew up at gave me my biggest order ever, dozens of cookies in a single order. They were going to be given out to students and families all day, so I knew I had to make sure every single cookie was great. To make the cookies as good as I possibly could, I stayed up baking all night the night before the recital so they'd be as fresh as possible. The oven running for so long kept the kitchen hot, which didn't help with how stressed and overwhelmed I started to feel. Every mistake, burning cookies, myself, whatever it was, just built on the fear that I wouldn't get all of them done as well as I could in time for the show. With my mom's help though, I worked through all the hard feelings and got it done, and got the cookies done and delivered on time.
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