As of yesterday, I had not pumped my own gas. I wouldn't necessarily say I'm scared to, it just that... I get a little anxiety about everyday activities. Most people go about their week and fill their gas tank like its not a problem. Do you know how difficult it is to figure out how to properly insert your credit/debt card and then "quickly remove it". Then you have to remember which of the options your car takes or else you will screw the engine and be at the risk of murder from your parents. Then of course the insertion of the gas pump into the car and holding it there for like 15 minutes. Winter here in New England while holding a cool metal handle is the equivalent of putting your hand to dry ice in Antarctica while enduring an ice bath. I felt like the snow miser from that classic christmas cartoon. So in short... I was sweating.
Anyways, I guess you could call me a princess, I mean my name definitely adds to it. But really if you look at me in any way shape or form, I'm not. My parents named me after my great grandmother who was a gynecologist. Really, I should embrace it and say it's because I'm a princess but I hate when those stuck up girls always talk about how their parents spoil them and they've never had to work a day, so instead I explain the reasoning over and over again about my grandmother.
I work at the local supermarket, so it's obviously the dream life. I get to wear the lovely navy blue jacket and khakis, talk about comfortable. Don't forget the sneakers and khakis look which obviously is the way to attract all the boys. When I first started my job, I had the unrealistic dream that everyone I would work with and all the people that would come check out at my line would be attractive high school boys, however this could not be any more true.
One quiet day at the supermarket, the awkward kid that always tries to talk to me decided to strike up some interesting conversation. He told me a story, it goes like this: "One day, you had a line at your register and I had no one in my line. A boy with his groceries walked by all the empty lines to your line, even though you had people in it. I was thinking 'Oh I get it...you're going for the eye candy' and I mean I don't blame the guy."
If this isn't the most awkward thing you have ever heard, then I really wanna hear your stories. At least someone thinks I'm not ugly. Even if it's the greasy haired cashier whose a high school dropout and has been working at a supermarket for the past 5 years of his life. His greasy hair appreciates me and I appreciate that. Sorry I tend to get a bit sidetracked...but anyways, I don't like being referred to as a princess because I'm not. I do have a job, I pay for my own gas, and I don't go running to Mommy and Daddy for every little thing I need. In other words, that's a tad about me for now.
Anyways, I guess you could call me a princess, I mean my name definitely adds to it. But really if you look at me in any way shape or form, I'm not. My parents named me after my great grandmother who was a gynecologist. Really, I should embrace it and say it's because I'm a princess but I hate when those stuck up girls always talk about how their parents spoil them and they've never had to work a day, so instead I explain the reasoning over and over again about my grandmother.
I work at the local supermarket, so it's obviously the dream life. I get to wear the lovely navy blue jacket and khakis, talk about comfortable. Don't forget the sneakers and khakis look which obviously is the way to attract all the boys. When I first started my job, I had the unrealistic dream that everyone I would work with and all the people that would come check out at my line would be attractive high school boys, however this could not be any more true.
One quiet day at the supermarket, the awkward kid that always tries to talk to me decided to strike up some interesting conversation. He told me a story, it goes like this: "One day, you had a line at your register and I had no one in my line. A boy with his groceries walked by all the empty lines to your line, even though you had people in it. I was thinking 'Oh I get it...you're going for the eye candy' and I mean I don't blame the guy."
If this isn't the most awkward thing you have ever heard, then I really wanna hear your stories. At least someone thinks I'm not ugly. Even if it's the greasy haired cashier whose a high school dropout and has been working at a supermarket for the past 5 years of his life. His greasy hair appreciates me and I appreciate that. Sorry I tend to get a bit sidetracked...but anyways, I don't like being referred to as a princess because I'm not. I do have a job, I pay for my own gas, and I don't go running to Mommy and Daddy for every little thing I need. In other words, that's a tad about me for now.
