People Person..

What exactly does that mean? 'People person' I think it's kind of like those people that claim that they never watch tv, or eat junk food, or claim that they never sleep in. You can't prove that they do or don't. But there's always a bit of suspision as to what the truth actually is.




these are my words i'm sending out into cyber space. I will tell the truth. I do watch tv. But mostly on the internet after getting home from work. My Grey's Anatomy, True Blood, and Ice Road Truckers are all aired while i'm dishing up bowls of soup and lighting fondue burners. I like junk food. Butterfingers and red vines specifically. and I do my best to sleep in as often as possible. There's something delicious about waking up, turning over and going back to sleep, or picking up a book and finishing it without soo much s brushing your teeth in the morning.





Oh, and i'm NOT a people person. Nope not at all. I like quiet mountain trails, dark movie theaters, empty parks, my bedroom. I do no actively seek out random people or company. Don't need it don't want it. Don't want to listen to anyone. Unless ofcourse listening about your grandsons barmitzvah will get me twenty percent. And only then if you order three courses.





Here's another point. Childless adults who claim to like children. Not only do I not believe you I think you're too much of a coward to fess up and tell the truth. there's something taboo about saying you don't like kids. I'll say it. I don't. There. Shoot me. Take away my estrogen membership card. I don't like kids. They're sticky, almost always. They make that earsplitting high pitched sound when anything goes against what they want or need at that exact moment. Its also pretty condascending to the child. You are under three feet tall therefore qualify as 'child' status so I as an adult will like you. Now where does that not seem fair.





In my limited experience I've determined that kids are pretty indvidual. Shorter yes. But they pretty much show up buck naked and complete with a personality. I don't like all adults. Therefore it's only politically correct for me to say that your whiny three year old who just dumped penne on my floor is not the cutest thing i've ever seen. Take it as a compliment. I'm acknowledging your childs individuality





So here is the anamoly that is me. How the hell I end in a job that requires me to have random conversation with everyone I come into contact to 40 plus hours a week. Simple. Somebody told me I couldn't do it.





My first job was at a JB'S Big Boy when I turned sixteen. I thought it would be cooler than working for Jack in the Box, allthough Jack in the Box was an option I had a couple of friends who worked there. So, there I was in the tenth grade. In my little polo shirt and black slacks from Shopko, this was before the miraculous appearances of Walmart. I was scared. Shy, don't forget I admit freely people aren't my thing. Until ofcourse I walk into the back to fill up the muffin display. And hear the twentsomething trailer park single mothers making bets as to how long I would last come sunday morning. I stayed at that job for two years.

Now, the very strange part is how good I am at it. People like me. Random people of all ages, they smile back, even initialize the smile at times. Weird...