It was 2001, I was fresh out of high school. When I was 18 I thought I was adult enough to move out of my parents house and brave the big world on my own. I didn't choose the college route (a dicission I still regret to this day). No, I chose to make my way through life on my own terms. I was certain that I would find a fabulous job, live in an even more amazing apartment, and do whatever I wanted when I wanted. Nothing was going to hold me back. I would stay up until dawn, eat whatever I wanted, drink whatever I wanted, date a million boys, go to parties, and I wouldn't have to answer to anyone! Now I'm sure you are reading this and thinking "that's not how life works!" And you would be right but, remember I was stupid and 18. Boy was I in for a shock!
My "fabulous job" was actually not fabulous at all. My parents had put in a good word for me to a friend of theirs and got me a job as a cashier at RC Willey. My "amazing apartment" was sharing a room with a friend of mine in a little and over populated apartment just close enough to work that I could walk. As far as doing whatever I wanted when I wanted.... Well...... I did. However there always seemed to be more consequences than it was worth but I did it anyway. I was basically tired and run down all of the time. Life was not living up to my expectations!
My boss didn't like me, the "millions" of guys that I dated were all scum bags, I made several wrong turns when choosing friends and made a lot of mistakes when it came to who I should spend my time with. I was lost..... And I missed my mom. My stubbornness wouldn't let me give in and admit that I wasn't doing so well. Half of me wanted to throw in the towel and return home to were things would be easy again. Where I wouldn't have to worry about bills, and getting to work on time. I wanted to go back to my old room with all of my old things and let my mom take care of me. On the other hand, what would that accomplish? I already made such a big stink about how "adult" I was and how I didn't need them. So I stuck it out. Even though it sucked...
One day after work my mother came up to my desk as the store was closing. She said "let's go to dinner". I was broke as a joke and surely my planned dinner of saltines and kraft pre-sliced cheese was still going to be there tomorrow so I agreed. We got outside and as I climbed in the car I noticed that my mom wasn't getting in. She was just standing there with a big grin on her face. I kept saying "what?". Eventually I noticed that there was a car parked in front of us with a big gold bow on it. I squelled and leap out to inspect it. It was an OLD Mazda, grey with white spots from snow and sun damage. Their was a tear in the front seat and it had a stale smell (not bad just stale). This car had seen some things. Lastly, I noticed that it was a stick shift. Oh boy! I was scared. My mom smiled and told me "don't worry, it's easy". We pulled the giant bow off and began our first lesson. I remember that, that was the first time I ever cursed in front of my mother! It still makes me laugh when I think of her reaction.
It's a tradition for me to name my cars. Every car i have owned has had their own name because every car is different and has their own "personality". I named her Monica Lawinsky because she sucked. But she was all mine so I didn't care. I loved that car. I now had a much more efficient way to get to work.
I drove that car everywhere and I can still feel the heat in my cheeks from the embarrassment of stalling out in the middle of an intersection!
A few weeks later I was at work. It was the middle of the day and part of my job was to keep my desk stocked with bubble wrap for the breakable things that we sold. My desk was out so I ran back to the warehouse to get some more. It was lunch time for most of the warehouse workers so it was quiet. Everyone seemed to be gone. As I turned the corner to grab a bunch of bubbly goodness I was startled when I saw a man. His back was turned to me and I didn't think he knew I was there. From behind I could tell that he was young, early 20's. He had brown spikey hair with bleached blonde tips, he was tall and lanky, wearing a large necklace of big silver balls linked together. Lol..... But the most disturbing thing was that he seemed to be doing something outrageous! I wasn't sure but I had an idea of what he was doing..... WHAT A CREEP!!
I will have to tell you more tomorrow.... :)
A few weeks later I was at work. It was the middle of the day and part of my job was to keep my desk stocked with bubble wrap for the breakable things that we sold. My desk was out so I ran back to the warehouse to get some more. It was lunch time for most of the warehouse workers so it was quiet. Everyone seemed to be gone. As I turned the corner to grab a bunch of bubbly goodness I was startled when I saw a man. His back was turned to me and I didn't think he knew I was there. From behind I could tell that he was young, early 20's. He had brown spikey hair with bleached blonde tips, he was tall and lanky, wearing a large necklace of big silver balls linked together. Lol..... But the most disturbing thing was that he seemed to be doing something outrageous! I wasn't sure but I had an idea of what he was doing..... WHAT A CREEP!!
I will have to tell you more tomorrow.... :)