Middle School (6th Grade)....Short But Scary!

Ok so I remember 6th grade like it was yesterday. Running late to school was never new to me, but now I only had myself to blame. Living walking distance from the school was a plus because now I could hear the 1st bell ring and then high tail it into Ms. Doster's room. Then I went to the gifted program because I was just so damn smart. Anyways, this was the year that a certain country club opened its doors to teens! Sweet a place where I could smoke cigarettes and not get held down by the man. This is also where I formed my ninja dance skills. Anyways, this is where I was able to have my first most-awful french kiss **insert throw-up sounds!** We were kind of thrown in front of the bus to make it happen. Thanks to my wonderful sister and her boyfriend for making this probably the world's worst when it comes to kisses! Anywho, me and the first kiss lasted about a week after that and then he felt up my best friend, and that was all I needed to initiate a break up. 

Customer Service

I know this is non-sequential. Sorry for my followers, but I did warn you about my little problem. Okay so back to the customer service bit. I am an avid believer in Customer Service and will give credit where credit is due. You know like when you're a child and you go to Burger King and all you know is that is what they do. I don't ever remember hearing about their problems at home or even the cussing. When I went to Burger King it was about getting a chicken sandwich and a crown. The same goes with Wal-Mart or any other place. I picked Burger King only because I remember trips with my Nanny the most. She would always correct the cashier. One time she took her Whopper Jr. (or Jr. Whopper) back up to the counter and requested a manager because the picture was deceiving. She received the burger for free and a new one made. She is such an inspiration. Not to mention her correcting the cashier when she got her change wrong (the woman was a math teacher, nothing got past her!)

I remember the days where for all I knew was that the cashier and bag boy at Kroger worked there 24/7 and never left. I pictured them as a couple. But now all I see are rude workers. My motto has always been "if you don't like your job then quit" especially in customer service. Ok that is all.