Life on the 45th Parallel
How is it possible that everything has changed, yet nothing is really changed at all?
I don't know, but it is.
My life is so very different now, from the way it was when I first started this blog. No longer do I have the comfort and security of the job I once had, the one I had complained about so many times on here. Yet, I have a job. Definitely not as prestigious as my old job, but it is definitely a source of humor in my life.
I am a gas station employee, of all things.
No longer do I have just 2 boys, my preteen and my toddler. I now have a full fledged, license bearing teenage boy, an elementary school aged son, and a toddler daughter!!
I honestly don't know how I handle it all, but I do.
Working the night shift at the shell station has proven to be quite an experience, I must say. At 10:30 tonight two men came strolling in, practically scaring the hell out of me.
"Hey, maybe you can tell me, where is the closest 'adult' bar around here," guy number one says to me, not one shred of humility in sight.
"Adult? Like, topless?" I ask, a little shocked that this was even a topic of conversation.
"Well, yeah!" Guy number two has now eagerly joined the conversation.
"We don't have any topless bars around here, you're in 'the sticks'." I kind of chuckle to myself at the disappointment in these two guy's faces.
Are they serious??
"Well, I guess that's the price you pay for being in 'the sticks'. In Dallas we have 2 on every street corner." On that note, he turned on his heel, and headed for the restroom.
Now, I have to say, these guys were total rejects. Bald, sun burned and peeling, basket ball shorts with button down tops..... I could go on, but it would become redundant. I am left wondering if these two had intended on hiring a couple of girls to do, you know what.
Yikes!!
Thank God we don't have any topless bars here in 'the sticks'. I would feel bad for the girls who ended up servicing these guys.
I don't know, but it is.
My life is so very different now, from the way it was when I first started this blog. No longer do I have the comfort and security of the job I once had, the one I had complained about so many times on here. Yet, I have a job. Definitely not as prestigious as my old job, but it is definitely a source of humor in my life.
I am a gas station employee, of all things.
No longer do I have just 2 boys, my preteen and my toddler. I now have a full fledged, license bearing teenage boy, an elementary school aged son, and a toddler daughter!!
I honestly don't know how I handle it all, but I do.
Working the night shift at the shell station has proven to be quite an experience, I must say. At 10:30 tonight two men came strolling in, practically scaring the hell out of me.
"Hey, maybe you can tell me, where is the closest 'adult' bar around here," guy number one says to me, not one shred of humility in sight.
"Adult? Like, topless?" I ask, a little shocked that this was even a topic of conversation.
"Well, yeah!" Guy number two has now eagerly joined the conversation.
"We don't have any topless bars around here, you're in 'the sticks'." I kind of chuckle to myself at the disappointment in these two guy's faces.
Are they serious??
"Well, I guess that's the price you pay for being in 'the sticks'. In Dallas we have 2 on every street corner." On that note, he turned on his heel, and headed for the restroom.
Now, I have to say, these guys were total rejects. Bald, sun burned and peeling, basket ball shorts with button down tops..... I could go on, but it would become redundant. I am left wondering if these two had intended on hiring a couple of girls to do, you know what.
Yikes!!
Thank God we don't have any topless bars here in 'the sticks'. I would feel bad for the girls who ended up servicing these guys.
@ 1:01 AM
6 Comments:
Wow. Looks like you took an even longer hiatus than I have. Hope things are going well for you. I remember all those funny complaints about your job and when your daughter was born. Feels like just yesterday.
Ha, they had to go back to their hotel and rent porn.
phoenix, it DOES just feel like yesterday, doesn't it. I can't believe how fast time goes when you don't pay attention.
jessica, I actually sent them on their way to Timothy's Pub. LOL I can't imagine how exciting that would have been at nearly midnight on a sunday.
You've got guts Sherri - working at at a gas station. What ever it takes to get through this recession and support your kiddos.
I am now a caregiver - making less than half what I used to make... times are tough but it was great to see you back on the blog - you are still funny as ever with your descriptions.
Thanks Terry! :) You are a kind soul, that job is perfect for you. Caregivers deserve way more money than they make. I'll bet you are great at it though.
... quite a shame that this blogs been so dead.... I'm sure the "gas station attendants eye view" is an extremely valid one: now more than ever... people working in the service industry are an extremely underestimated demographic. .. seriously Sherri! How many PhDs are currently working as gas station attendants (hint.. the answer is LOTS) .. yet.. you know first hand... how much of the public judges a persons worth and intelligence by where they get their money.. and how they get paid... So... What ARE you thinking lately???
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