And much more than that, of course. It was a scheduling snafu, though. Stay tuned for that one, as well as photos and stories from Halloween and from my sister’s wedding. Those stories are far from over but it will take time to build a bit more until I’m ready. I’m all kinds of upside down and in catchup mode from the wedding and all of the still-happening fall photo shoots.
Speaking of which, did you catch “Doctor Who” last night? I think it was the single most terrifying episode for me. Ever. I actually don’t normally get scared by “Doctor Who” although I get a lot of other things. I totally sat in petrified silence, although I stopped every few seconds to throw buttered popcorn into my mouth, so how scared was I really? The last time I got truly scared by a movie or TV show, it actually made me nauseous. So thank you, “Doctor Who” for always having enough class so that I don’t get nauseous while watching you. And as “Doctor Who” has many lives, it seems I do too.
A lot of people asked me over the weekend if costume-making was Cassidy’s profession. It’s not, but he’s a highly creative soul. I can’t even begin to wrap my head around what he thought up himself and then made come alive. That’s what he did. He made Groot (from Guardians of the Galaxy) come to life, for me, and for the delighted faces of hundreds of people.
Back to “Doctor Who.” People have often mentioned that I’ve had a lot of jobs in my life. It’s true. I’ve never been content to stick with just one or two, but it’s not even that I have a commitment problem with jobs. (or anything) It’s that it took me a really long time to figure out what I wanted to do. And for some people, it doesn’t take as long. For many others, it takes even longer. And that’s if you’re lucky enough to figure it out at all. Likely, we all have more than one thing. As Des’ wonderful daycare teacher said of him, when I told her about DizMommy’s question about what Des might be when he grows up, it may be more than one thing. It may be many wonderful things. We should all be so lucky to be many things.
I have been many wonderful things, and many not-so-wonderful things. More of those, in fact! After my job-themed “Truths & Lies” post, I realized I had enough material for an entire new post! And then I realized I didn’t want to make up fake stories and make you guess. I just want to tell the true stories – they’re outlandish enough as is. Please try not to think too poorly of me after these. They’re not new stories, but my maturity levels have never really been in check anyway.. soo..why lie?
1. Let’s start with a bang! I was delivering pizza for a small, local business and when I stared at the receipt telling me where to go next one day, I blinked in confusion. My boss was actually apologetic, but we were short-staffed and no one else could do it. It was a delivery to the adult store down the street. So I went. I walked in cautiously and the man who worked there was just sitting under a sign that said, “Absolutely no one under 21 admitted” and he was just staring at me. And then staring some more. I very nervously said, “Oh! I’m so sorry! I’m only 19. I guess I can’t make this delivery inside? Do you want me to leave?” He said nothing, handed me the cash, and then took his pizza. As I was walking out the door he said, “Come back.. anytime.” After that he would call all the time and request me to deliver again, but my boss never let me go back.
2. I was babysitting one of my favorite families. The older boy was only a few years younger than me but still needed a sitter because both kids had a seizure disorder, and the younger one was a handful. We would usually put the little one to bed and then stay up late watching “Star Wars” together until the parents came home. One night we finally got him in bed and we were standing in the old, creaky hallway of this very old house and we BOTH saw a little boy run across the hallway in FRONT of us. “Bobby, get in bed!” We yelled in unison at the little brother who should have been in bed BEHIND us. Guess what? He WAS in bed, behind us. And even if he was faking sleep, he still couldn’t have gotten there in so little time. It was FREAKY.
3. I worked in the compliance department of ADP one fall, and dated my boss’ boss and got into all kinds of trouble on Instant Messenger in the break room. Anyway. I had to call people about documents they needed. It wasn’t even sales related but one man was so rude to me on the phone that I nearly broke into tears. I mean, seriously rude. It’s nice that most of you don’t know this about me, but if someone pisses me off enough, I’m not nice. It happens like once every ten years, so no worries on that one. Anyway, this man was that person. He told me that under NO CONDITIONS would I send him the packet of documents he needed. So I did. And I wrote something horrific on the send label. Like say his name was John Smith. I wrote, John “Dickless” Smith” on the label. And I mailed it. I was 23. And really pushed to my limits. And.. no more excuses. Sigh.
4. I was going through a really bad breakup in my 20’s when I was an Inside Client Services Rep. I was on a field trip in Houston, and one of my clients wanted to set me up on a blind date with a French guy who was temporarily working with them in the states. I thought, “Why the heck not?” and went on the date. He was HOT! We went to dinner and even wound up in a bar with line dancing, and then wound up getting cake for dessert in a hotel bar late at night. Perfect date. After that night, we never called each other again, but it didn’t matter. He went back to France anyway.
5. Another pizza delivery episode, but this time I worked for Domino’s. They had a more streamlined way of choosing and sending drivers out and I was on a triple delivery. This was before cellphones, and the store couldn’t call me to tell me I had left the food behind for my second house. I pulled up to the driveway, unknowingly, and the people started circling me like hungry vultures. That’s when I looked into my pizza cases and realized.. I had nothing for them. Just.. nothing. I had to get out of the car and tell this entire party of people that their three pizzas would be delayed, and that I was empty-handed! Oh boy, the looks on their faces. Luckily another driver was just behind me with the missing pizzas so I didn’t have to go all the way back to Domino’s and then to this house again. I don’t embarrass easily, but that incident did it for me. Embarrassed!