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Coffee With The Princess!
3 years ago
Coffee With The Princess!
Living The Dream!
**Giggles!**
Good morning, y'all! You know my overall message these days: BE Happy! Now I get it. I used to hate Mondays back when I did the minimum wage stuff, wishing I had a better job, but also knowing that I had much to learn. Oh yes, I damned sure knew that. While I worked much of my teenage live and through to today, I always worked hard on every job I had, no matter how bad it was. And, believe me when I say, I had some bad ones. Various jobs for whatever people would pay me throughout until I got into college plus I started the time-clock jobs by the age of 15, thanks to a work permit I got. Each of these jobs I sweated, I often regretted, and a few times wonder what was I thinking ... but, once I said I would do it, I stuck to it. Even with one of Mom's friends who used the friendship with my Mom to keep me working at it. She hung on my shoulder as I worked and told me how I should be doing it. I finished out one day and stuck to my guns when I told her that I would quit when it got too hot and this was August in the South, so it got really hot. The lady and I got into a dust up when I said that I was done for the day and also got really mad, calling my Mom and complaining bitterly. I had smartly said to Mom when I took this job that I knew what her friend thought of "The Hired Help!" because all of the kids talked and many of my friends had worked for her. Well, my mother told this lady that it was my job and to hash it out with me and keep her out of this. The lady did not listen, but also liked to me and told me that Mom had said that I should stay and work. Pop, who thought something was wrong, showed up and bailed me out by saying he knew what happened here. "I'll deal with your mother, honey," he said and looked at the lady and told her that she should be ashamed. The lady and Mom were no longer friends. But I was proud that I stuck to my word and my guns. Doing the right thing is not always the easy thing to do, but it damned sure makes you feel great doing it. :Love:
I know many of y'all out there have jobs you don't like. To y'all, you have my sympathies. If you can, you need to leave the terrible jobs and find ones that you can do and hopefully love. I also know that circumstances might make such things impossible. Been there, done that, got the t-shirt, and went back for the ride! The liquor store is one good example. If you have not worked one, especially one that was attached to a convenience store, you have not lived until you have seen that side of life. Drunks, druggies, punk and thugs, illegals ... yes, I said it! ... and every form of riff-raff including the hookers, pimps, wimps, church-goers, do-gooders, the Hard Leaners of Politics, all shapes and flavors, and the rest of the customers. You also have to deal with the ones with guns and/or knives, the thieves trying to sell stolen stuff, and even drunks ... yes, they deserve to be mentioned twice. But, the worst I had to deal with was the wife of the owner of the place who was a cross between Mad Madam Mim, Curella DeVille, and any of the Kardashians after taking drugs. Doctor Doom would have taken a pass on this place and Lex Luther would have never thought to come to this place. But I stuck with it until a couple of customers had a knife fight. I finished me shift and left. The boss understood. The Wicked Bitch of the South damned sure didn't. I said after three years of this madness, there's not enough liquor in the store to make me want to stay.
But, I have one of the best jobs to have now ... and after twenty years and then some change, you would agree. My job is usually just me doing what I can to keep the staff happy. Pop used to call me the Chief of the Boat when it came to keeping the Firm afloat. "There always needs to be a great support team to help the pilots to do their job and I'm sure that goes for just about any job out there," he said a few years before he passed. I have kept this in mind since he's been gone for almost seven years now and, especially with Mom gone for eleven as well, I have kept her wisdom too. While Pop always understood, Mom had a harder time. She only had one part-time job at the Tasty Freeze burger place on St. Simons Island which changed names to Diary Queen a while back and is about to change again to Frosty's Griddle and Shake. She never had to live paycheck to paycheck as my Big Sister said a few times, often in annoyance, since both of us did so more times than we'd would have loved to. But, Mom worked smart and not hard. That's why she was a great writer! These days, I'm just happy to be here and loving life and living the dream. :Love:
Now, speaking of dreams, I had an interesting one. Somehow in the dream it starts off at the carwash we used to use back in the day before COVID because they used to do full and great service. I was there talking to a few of the guys before ... some reason, I huffed up and blew a good and strong breeze before taking off and riding the winds like I was bodysurfing, I remember thinking that. And for a while there, I'm just flying around, enjoying things, and just being me. Now, I kept thinking that I needed to keep this real ... not sure why, mind, but what the hell, right? So I'm just enjoying things when I become really popular and well-known as the High Flying Gal! For some x=crazy reason, I'm asked to run for President, which I turned down since I just wanted to be happy. When asked, I stayed to say something ... and that's when Kaitlynn, my dear Kaitlynn, popped up and smiled. "Once you give up the innocence of the moment, you will never fly again, honey," Kait told me. I said that not only would I not run for office, but I would give up my powers for her. "Just a few minutes of time together," I begged. "Please." She smiled and said, "I will always be here with you." And the is when I woke up, eyes wet with tears ... :Love:
**Sniffles!**
Excuse me for a moment ...
I have tried writing this journal a few times this morning, y'all. Between my tears and my trying to stay focused on getting things done, especially with the big announcement the Big Boss made before heading out for a business trip. This I cannot say at the moment, but it was a great surprise and I got to say how proud I was to be here as an employee. He laughed and hugged me back. "Honey, we have always enjoyed having you here and, as long as you can do the job, it's yours." I nodded with a smile. This is a man who will damned sure keep his word!
If that's not enough to make Monday fun for me, I'm not sure what will. But it's not even 10 am as I write this! And yes, y'all, I get to work around 5:30 am and hit the ground running every morning. :Love:
BE Happy!
Love and Kisses,
Loonia
Living The Dream!
**Giggles!**
Good morning, y'all! You know my overall message these days: BE Happy! Now I get it. I used to hate Mondays back when I did the minimum wage stuff, wishing I had a better job, but also knowing that I had much to learn. Oh yes, I damned sure knew that. While I worked much of my teenage live and through to today, I always worked hard on every job I had, no matter how bad it was. And, believe me when I say, I had some bad ones. Various jobs for whatever people would pay me throughout until I got into college plus I started the time-clock jobs by the age of 15, thanks to a work permit I got. Each of these jobs I sweated, I often regretted, and a few times wonder what was I thinking ... but, once I said I would do it, I stuck to it. Even with one of Mom's friends who used the friendship with my Mom to keep me working at it. She hung on my shoulder as I worked and told me how I should be doing it. I finished out one day and stuck to my guns when I told her that I would quit when it got too hot and this was August in the South, so it got really hot. The lady and I got into a dust up when I said that I was done for the day and also got really mad, calling my Mom and complaining bitterly. I had smartly said to Mom when I took this job that I knew what her friend thought of "The Hired Help!" because all of the kids talked and many of my friends had worked for her. Well, my mother told this lady that it was my job and to hash it out with me and keep her out of this. The lady did not listen, but also liked to me and told me that Mom had said that I should stay and work. Pop, who thought something was wrong, showed up and bailed me out by saying he knew what happened here. "I'll deal with your mother, honey," he said and looked at the lady and told her that she should be ashamed. The lady and Mom were no longer friends. But I was proud that I stuck to my word and my guns. Doing the right thing is not always the easy thing to do, but it damned sure makes you feel great doing it. :Love:
I know many of y'all out there have jobs you don't like. To y'all, you have my sympathies. If you can, you need to leave the terrible jobs and find ones that you can do and hopefully love. I also know that circumstances might make such things impossible. Been there, done that, got the t-shirt, and went back for the ride! The liquor store is one good example. If you have not worked one, especially one that was attached to a convenience store, you have not lived until you have seen that side of life. Drunks, druggies, punk and thugs, illegals ... yes, I said it! ... and every form of riff-raff including the hookers, pimps, wimps, church-goers, do-gooders, the Hard Leaners of Politics, all shapes and flavors, and the rest of the customers. You also have to deal with the ones with guns and/or knives, the thieves trying to sell stolen stuff, and even drunks ... yes, they deserve to be mentioned twice. But, the worst I had to deal with was the wife of the owner of the place who was a cross between Mad Madam Mim, Curella DeVille, and any of the Kardashians after taking drugs. Doctor Doom would have taken a pass on this place and Lex Luther would have never thought to come to this place. But I stuck with it until a couple of customers had a knife fight. I finished me shift and left. The boss understood. The Wicked Bitch of the South damned sure didn't. I said after three years of this madness, there's not enough liquor in the store to make me want to stay.
But, I have one of the best jobs to have now ... and after twenty years and then some change, you would agree. My job is usually just me doing what I can to keep the staff happy. Pop used to call me the Chief of the Boat when it came to keeping the Firm afloat. "There always needs to be a great support team to help the pilots to do their job and I'm sure that goes for just about any job out there," he said a few years before he passed. I have kept this in mind since he's been gone for almost seven years now and, especially with Mom gone for eleven as well, I have kept her wisdom too. While Pop always understood, Mom had a harder time. She only had one part-time job at the Tasty Freeze burger place on St. Simons Island which changed names to Diary Queen a while back and is about to change again to Frosty's Griddle and Shake. She never had to live paycheck to paycheck as my Big Sister said a few times, often in annoyance, since both of us did so more times than we'd would have loved to. But, Mom worked smart and not hard. That's why she was a great writer! These days, I'm just happy to be here and loving life and living the dream. :Love:
Now, speaking of dreams, I had an interesting one. Somehow in the dream it starts off at the carwash we used to use back in the day before COVID because they used to do full and great service. I was there talking to a few of the guys before ... some reason, I huffed up and blew a good and strong breeze before taking off and riding the winds like I was bodysurfing, I remember thinking that. And for a while there, I'm just flying around, enjoying things, and just being me. Now, I kept thinking that I needed to keep this real ... not sure why, mind, but what the hell, right? So I'm just enjoying things when I become really popular and well-known as the High Flying Gal! For some x=crazy reason, I'm asked to run for President, which I turned down since I just wanted to be happy. When asked, I stayed to say something ... and that's when Kaitlynn, my dear Kaitlynn, popped up and smiled. "Once you give up the innocence of the moment, you will never fly again, honey," Kait told me. I said that not only would I not run for office, but I would give up my powers for her. "Just a few minutes of time together," I begged. "Please." She smiled and said, "I will always be here with you." And the is when I woke up, eyes wet with tears ... :Love:
**Sniffles!**
Excuse me for a moment ...
I have tried writing this journal a few times this morning, y'all. Between my tears and my trying to stay focused on getting things done, especially with the big announcement the Big Boss made before heading out for a business trip. This I cannot say at the moment, but it was a great surprise and I got to say how proud I was to be here as an employee. He laughed and hugged me back. "Honey, we have always enjoyed having you here and, as long as you can do the job, it's yours." I nodded with a smile. This is a man who will damned sure keep his word!
If that's not enough to make Monday fun for me, I'm not sure what will. But it's not even 10 am as I write this! And yes, y'all, I get to work around 5:30 am and hit the ground running every morning. :Love:
BE Happy!
Love and Kisses,
Loonia
Been using three tread rubber velcro sneakerrs for years.