Another week down at 207 Customs, and let me tell you — if chaos burned calories, I’d have abs by now.
(Instead, I have an unholy Red Bull addiction and a glitter trail through my house.)
Let’s recap the absolute masterpiece of madness we called “a work week,” shall we?
Monday: Naïve Hopefulness
Started the week with fresh coffee and that stupid little glimmer of hope that this would be the week everything stayed on schedule.
Spoiler alert: by noon, my to-do list was already crying in the corner.
I woke up, caffeinated aggressively, and immediately made questionable life choices. (Including but not limited to trying to epoxy 7 cups, run 3 heat presses, and referee two teenagers fighting about Wi-Fi… simultaneously.)
Tuesday: Heat Press, Who?
Lost an entire heat press.
Gone.
Poof.
Couldn’t find it anywhere and briefly considered it might’ve grown legs and fled the building to live a better life.
Finally located it buried under a crime scene of vinyl scraps, random Amazon boxes, and my abandoned hopes and dreams.
10/10 organizational skills. I should give a TED Talk.
Meanwhile, I was cranking out tumblers and tees like a caffeine-fueled maniac while the kids were busy holding their own WWE match in the living room over who “touched whose keyboard.”
(Seriously. Why are boys like this??)
Wednesday: Website “Updates”
Thought I’d do a quick update on the website.
Ended up knee-deep in code, cussing like a sailor, accidentally deleting a product page, and somehow creating a duplicate FAQ section where all the answers are just “idk bro.”
At one point, I blacked out and when I came to, there was a pizza on the porch and five new downloads pending.
We call that a win around here.
Thursday: Officially Unhinged
By Thursday, I stopped pretending I had any sort of grip on life.
I said “fuck it” about 47 times before noon, and weirdly?
Productivity shot through the damn roof.
The cups were flying off the turner, shirts were getting pressed, decals were stacking up — pure chaos energy was flowing.
Moral of the story: embrace your inner gremlin. It’s good for business.
Friday: Slightly More Feral
Orders packed.
Tumbler drops finalized.
Custom requests answered.
Website sort of functional.
Was I showered? Questionable.
Was I coherent? Barely.
Was I still slinging sarcastic shirts and cups like the spicy little chaos goblin I am?
Abso-freaking-lutely.
Also considered starting a cult where the main activities would be:
Drinking coffee Swearing at technology Glitter-bombing people’s bad attitudes Mandatory naps and Red Bull breaks Matching tumblers and chaotic vibes for all
Enrollment coming soon. Merch will obviously be included.
Saturday-Sunday: Please Hold, My Sanity is Buffering
Weekend plans?
Organize the shop?
Clean the chaos nest?
Get ahead on Monday’s orders?
HAHAHAHAHAHA.
Real weekend highlights included:
Spending 3 hours “organizing” and making an even bigger mess Accidentally hydro dipping myself more than the projects Getting screamed at by a chicken (don’t ask) Eating cereal out of a tumbler because all the dishes were dirty and priorities were made
Self-care, but make it feral
This week was an absolute dumpster fire — and somehow, also one of the best.
That’s just how we roll at 207 Customs.
I’m a little tired, a little chaotic, a lot caffeinated, and still running full speed toward bigger goals… dragging a heat press, a herd of angry teenagers, and a pile of sassy tumblers behind me like a badge of honor.
Thanks for surviving another week with me.
Next week?
We’re doubling the chaos and laughing even harder about it.
Stay savage. Stay spicy. Stay glitter-covered.
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