Who's ur Sugar Daddy?

Uhhhmm...mmm. you?...

We got a new product in the store today. They are the little "fun size" Sugar Daddys. They sit right there on the counter, right up front, so that EVERYONE can see them. God forbid a customer misses the opportunity to hold one up and say "who's your daddy?" I mean really, how many times do I have to laugh that forced uncomfortable laugh... and lie saying they are truly my sugar daddys.

Today was crazy, just a little shorthanded. Basically it was just Brock and I. And Andrea. But for the most part she was in the back except for when we were on breaks and stuff. But still. I think I did amazing job! I worked on the trucker side all day today and I handled everything amazingly! Plus my till came out perfect! Then at 6 the new guy came in, his name is Rick. So because it was just Brock and I there I was in charge of kinda training this guy. So I did that too and we did a really great job together. I think it went over well.

So in intra communications the other day we played the telephone game with a story containing 97 words. It was so crazy fun! I was the 2nd person in line and I really embaressed my self, adn then I couldnt stop laughing... of course. And today in that class we had to come up with something to invent, and my group came up with a reloadable toothbrush. Like you load the toothpaste into the handle then just push a button that puts a healthy dose of toothpaste on the tip of your brush! I think it could really make some money!

So I decided I am going to invite my Deaf Culture Class over next week to watch an extra credit movie. It will be my first party including spokane people! I hope a lot of people decide to come that would be really fun.

Love you guys!

PS. Mom and I had a really great time this weekend. (I wish I had some more covers though...) she fed me tons of food! Now maybe I can go back out a notch on my belt lol! Still eating leftovers...

The mothership has landed!

My mom is here!!! YAY! I missed her super uber mucho grande! lol.

So I had to work last night when mom was going to be coming into town. So I told her on her way off the freeway stop in and you can see everything and we can have dinner together. So all night I kept looking out the window waiting to see her pull up. Everyone there I think was as anxious as I was for her to get there... I am sure my constant what time is it? or how long does it take to get from point A to point B questions were getting on their nerves. I convinced the shift manager (whose name I will not reveal lol) to let everyone else take their lunches that way when mom got there I could have mine right away. He was very compelling and really didn't care. Well mom was just a little late...ok like 2hrs! lol so the whole time I was telling everyone our plans and how excited I was. They put me on dish duty lol but even that couldn't get me down! So she got there about 8 and I introduced her to everyone, they call her mom, or Amanda's mom lol it was cute. Then we had dinner at the iron skillet, I get 50% off so for two meals it was only like $8!!! Amazing. Then I gave her the official tour and that was that. she went back to the apartment and waited for me! Today we have some shopping to do.... including my snow tires yay! I will survive the winter. I think I can I think I can I think I can...

But last night at work my friend (we will call him smith) came into work. This is the guy, I think I have talked about him, the one who asked if he was the first black man I have ever seen. Well he came back in and I didn't recognize him and he didn't recognize me, so we went through formalities again blah blah then we remembered each other, and I told him how everyone thought It was hysterical how he asked about him being the first black man I have ever seen. Now that I think about it I am glad that is the only question he asked me lol... man that could have been awkward lol.

So school is amazing. I think the part that is really mind boggling is the fact that when I am sitting in my deaf culture class which we have been taking notes all week basically and I am sitting there writing things down and I enjoy it. I am so use to sitting in a history class hating how all we do is take notes. Constantly yawning and tired and I just want to get out of there. It is so crazy to think that I am finally really taking classes that I am 100% interested in you know. I don't know how else to explain it, but I have learned so much already. I didn't even realize how much history there is to the deaf culture and its only the first week! Needless to say deaf culture is my favorite class. My 2nd favorite is my communications class. I have a great little group in that class and we do these activities that are so much fun and really get you to think. And the best part is people really take it seriously. It isn't like High School where people do it with half a brain I mean these people are really interested in learning, and I think it makes it a completely different environment. I am absolutely in love with college.

In my health class yesterday we had to get into groups to talk about the chapters that we were suppose to read. Well I was assigned to talk about the chapter that involved a lot of sex. Of course I had to choose a group with 3 very....very cute guys! And of course I was blushing madly as I was explaining to them about sexual attraction and kinetics or what ever it was lol. It was so embarrassing but they were troupers!

Stay tuned!

Uncle Keiths Competition

For all those family members reading this, and trying to figure out which side of the family this 'uncle Keith's from well stop thinking. I refer to mom and dads friend Keith as Uncle Keith...
or Fonzy Toe?
One thing I have always wanted someone to do for me is to sing the song "Amanda" by Boston for me, to me. Well Uncle Keith, a member of a very prestigious U2 Cover band, has promised me that at the next concert he would have learned to sing for me. SOOO... I have news for Keith... I have a new man in my life to sing to me!

He may not sing "Amanda" but he was singing something, not sure what it is called but after checking out my breasts (name tag) he broke into some sort of a song... lasted for about 2 mins.

Thanks by the way everyone for all the wonderful comments. Mom I don't think I could pull off 45, most of them guess that I am not even 21. Thanks *anonymous yeti woman* aka AYM! lol cute. I think I can handle without Yeti, for now that is lol. And of course I make you laugh Fa 1! Don't I always?

HOW CAN I HELP YOU

***This Blog has been edited for a cleaner version lol maybe pg13 ***

5 Words tonight I have learned NOT to say to the truckers "how can I help you". Apparently when you ask that to some truckers you get replies that you most defiantly want to fulfill. Well I don't at least...

Tonight I asked a gentleman who was standing there kinda just staring in my direction, so I thought maybe he needed some help finding something. I asked him the most (now known) dreadful question that could ever be asked. He walked up to the counter, and said "phew I need to get outta here!" his buddy came up also and was like whats going on the other guy just laughed. A few mins later he was back asking me how old I was, of course I told him I was 18 and he had the same reaction only this time he REALLY needed to get out lol. The rest of the time I was helping him.... With his groceries, and nothing else!... the two guys stood there laughing. LoL I think that I will never get used to the guys hitting on me, or even going farther kind of like that man did. I mean we all clearly know what it was that he would have liked me to help him with. And you ALL know me, and of course like you can predict I was blushing madly! I just cant believe that these guys are so blunt about things! I mean really? That desperate?

A few nights ago I was talking to Mom about work and all that jazz and I mentioned one thing I really enjoy about the job. It seems like all the truckers (well the nice ones at least, not the old cranky ones who make me cry lol!) notice my name. When they walk in the all say Hi Amanda, or thanks Amanda. They take the time to notice. And I think that is very nice of them to actually take the time to personalize our transaction ya know. Well anyways I was telling my Mom about all of it and she pointed out something that makes me feel naive for not thinking about ti first lol. Well Mom mentioned that the fact that my name tag happen to be around the chest area if you know what I mean, and it was just a coincidence that they were seeing my name but they had alternative motives! I have so much to learn about this stuff!!

PS: Honestly I need some help about this. with the man I mentioned earlier about how I could help him, I also asked if he would like a bag. If you can find any reason why that comment could be considered 'dirty' then please please let me know! Because non of us at work could figure that one out. Thanks

By the way today was the first day of school and it is going great so far! I think I am going to have just a couple of hard classes but hopefully the rest of them wont be so bad. And my sign language teacher is deaf... Just like Gerardo! and she is super nice and cool it should be really fun. And I have already made a couple of friends, one girl who is in my health and wellness class, and another girl who is in three of my classes related to sign language. She just moved from out of the area also so yay! lol I am not alone!!!

Take it back

I think I should probably take it back a few days, to when I first started working at the truck stop. My very first day was such a shock. They could warn me as much as they wanted before we actually went out and got started but nothing could prepare me for what I would experience on that very first day.

To start off there was so much to learn. There were a million things to keep in mind, you had three screens that at times you have to be looking at all of them to figure out what you need to do. So I was overwhelmed with the actual work. And then overwhelmed doesn't even come close to how I felt around the truckers. Many of them were dirty, stinky, and kind of rude. But most of them, stench and all, were very nice and sweet. In fact I was asked out more that first day then I ever have in my life! Who knew I was so popular.

I think the funniest thing that happened that day was when a certain customer came in to pay for his fuel. This certain customer happen to be a black man. We got to talking about where I was from and I told him a small Island called Camano. He laughed and said, "what then, am I the first black man you have ever seen?" LOL! well what can someone say to that? So I chuckled and said of course not....I have been to Seattle before! I don't know why that seemed so funny then but it really did.

It seems like everyone there at work, for the most part, smokes. Trying to find cigarettes has been a challenge for me. Customers just slur out their order and it should be considered a foreign language because half the time I just stand there and look dumb. I have no idea what they want. One time though Scott, the shift manager was standing near by when someone asked for some cigs. Well Scott found them in a heart beat and mentioned to the customer that I am not a smoker. In fact give him six months and I will be smoking, drinking, and gambling. Probably all at once! I certainly hope not though haha!

I am not going onto about two weeks working there and I am just now starting to feel comfortable with everything there is to do. Maybe this can work out after all. Tomorrow I start school, and then work at 2:30. This will be a good chance to see if I can keep up with this gruelling schedule.

Love you all!

The Beginning

When I say the beginning I really mean the beginning of the rest of my life. My name is Amanda, I am eighteen years old, I just graduated High School and I have moved to Spokane to attend college. I never thought in a million years that moving out of my parent’s house and into my own place would be this hard.

I think that every teenager dreams of the day when they can get out from under their parents wing. I mean just imagine what you can do in your own apartment, you can stay up till whenever, you can eat anything at any time that you want. The t.v. is all yours 24/7. What more could someone ask for. But immediately after my parents left my apartment and started their six hour drive back to Camano Island I realized this wasn’t going to be the best time of my life. All of a sudden I was alone, I knew nobody. Not to mention the responsibilities. I needed to find a job and ASAP! I started regretting the decision to move so far away, wondering why I chose to move to Spokane and attend this school when all along I could have stayed closer home. In fact I could still be living at home… But here I was, and I had planned this for over two years. This is what I so desperately wanted, and this is where I am going to stay. But even though I had planned it for so long it never really hit me until my parents left that this is it. I will most likely never live at home again. In fact the house on Camano Island that my parents currently occupy isn’t my home anymore. The fact that when I come back to my apartment no one else will be here, no one will greet me when I get home, no one will cook for me, no one will be there when I most absolutely need them. I am truly living on my own.

That first week was the hardest week of my life. I was constantly feeling sick, I couldn’t hold down the little bit of food I was eating and I stayed up late crying and woke up the next morning ready for another round of tears. Even now looking back on it (a little over a month has passed) I still get sad and ‘misty’ thinking of all those feelings that I went through. I guess I never realized how much my mom and dad really meant to me. All the talks that mom gave me on the phone kept me going. Knowing that at some point there would be a light at the end of a tunnel, and it would be a happy light, one that I would WANT to walk to!

Sure it was hard but here is the best part! My apartment is AMAZING! It is everything I could ever imagine it being. For graduation my parents bought my furniture to deck out the place. And I picked out and an amazing red couch and love seat with black sofa pillows with colorful polka dots of course lol! The actuall apartment complex is beautiful still considered new and it is in great condition. There is a lovely pool so on all those 90 plus temperature days I can be outside lounging working on a golden bronze.

But the real point of this blog is not going to be all about my woes and self pity. Instead I plan to make this as humorous as possible. You see for three weeks I searched for a job. I applied everywhere I could think of. I spent countless hours in the malls filling out applications (not to mention a lot of money to pay for parking). I applied to numerous jobs online and followed through with phone calls. In total I had two interviews, and I applied to most likely over thirty places. I even applied to walmart… and never heard back from them. Talk about pathetic. About five minutes away from my apartment is a Petro truck stop. Desperate for a job I filled out an application and was basically hired on the spot! Now for those of you who don’t know me I should fill you in on my personality. I am from a somewhat small town, I worked at a fabric store for two years before moving to Spokane, and all though I dealt with some cranky women there I was nowhere prepared for this job. I believe that I have and outgoing personality, I also feel like I have excellent customer service. I still believe that I am somewhat innocent to the real world, and I quickly found out that I have defiantly a lot to learn. This truck stop isn’t just a little one on the freeway. No this place is huge! It has a subway, iron skillet, and a gas station plus a ‘mini mart’ but is way bigger then a normal mini mart.

I was told from the get go that the job is very hard to learn. There is so much to be paying attention to and so many things that you have to do at one time. They also warned me that the truckers can get very lonely out on the road, being gone from home for weeks on end, and they tend to be a little…horny. I chuckled at that and though yea sure. I was soon to find out what I was getting myself into. I am going on to my second week working at the truck stop and I have so many stories about things that go on there, some good and some bad. I plan on recording all my truck stop stories in this blog and occasionally things going on outside the dramatic world of Petro! This blog is intended for family and friends, as well as the public. So enjoy, and please be respectful when leaving comments! Love you all! Amanda