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AnneTeak

AnneTeak

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Q: What did you want to be when you were growing up? What did you become?
A: I wanted to be an astronaut.

My first career was a medical transcriptionist which technology wiped out.
My second career was in law enforcement issuing speeding and red light tickets through cameras.
 

I remember someone asked me that when I was four years old.
I said, "I want to be a Lady, like my Mother."
My reasoning was many other "ladies" were not soft-spoken, gentle,
had the softness, gracefulness and elegance of my Mother.
Then too: Females were taught to have no aspirations beyond
taking care of a man, getting a washer and dryer.
 
Aunt Mavis said:
I wanted to be a Marine. I was one signature away from boot camp but denied due to a back injury 3 years prior. (I was afraid to hide that info) I became a powerlineman instead. Chicks dig us. Lol.
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Okay, I've only been here since Christmas, so I don't know nearly all the members or stories yet, but.... Aunt Mavis is a dude? There MUST be a story there?! @Aunt Mavis
 
When I grow up I would like to write a novel about my unique life, with clarity and insight. Continued growth and insight via therapy.
 
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AnneTeak said:
What did you want to be when you were growing up? What did you become?
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I've posted this too many times, but the question keeps popping up....


When I was about four, five maybe, all I wanted to become was a cop.
Not a Dragnet, Sgt Friday cop, but one that wore the blue, the boots, the service cap, the badge, the…gun…and holster.
OH YEAAAH
Not a doubt in my mind.
Thing is, I was never around cops per se, at least not for a few years.
So all I had for ready reference was the local service station guy. The ‘almost a cop’ guy.
He had a uniform, and if I recall, had some sorta badge.
And he had a service cap. The one with the glossy bill, and high rise front.

service station guy.jpg

Yeah, he was almost a cop.
I always liked stopping there.

‘Fill’er up?
‘Ethyl?’

He’d get the pump going, cranking the numbers to zero, sticking the nozzle in, flipping the lever, filling the back seat with the glorious aroma of gas fumes of which I breathed deep (couldn’t get enough).

‘Check ‘at oil?’

He lifted the hood and did….something, appearing at the driver’s door, showing Dad the dip stick, resting it in display on a really cool red rag, then tucking that rag in his back pocket. Letting half of it stick out……cool.
Sometimes he’d go to the rack of oil, grab wunna the glass bottles with a stainless steel spout, and pour in a bit of oil.
Then he’d spray the windshield with some sorta soapy liquid, wiping all that off with the magic blue towel until the grime and streaks was totally gone. All the while talking about the weather or the ‘damn Yankees’, or Joe Louis.
And he had BO…yeah, real big guy aroma…..wow.
Man, I wanted to be him, only I’d strap on a gun, as that was the only thing his was missing.
What a cool job!
Just doin’ that all day long.
‘Check ‘at oil?’
‘Whuddaya think about them damn Yankees?’
tuck
wipe
pump
….kids in the back seat, lookin’ at me in awe…wide eyes ogling my holster…and ivory gun handle….and red rag.

One day me and Dad were headin’ down the road.
Just him and me,
and he sez, ‘Whaddya wanna be when you grow up?’

‘A service station guy!’

Things kinda turned south right then.
Dads.
Go figure.
Whud he do for a living? Work in a warehouse?
Prolly jealous.


After that, I never shared my true thoughts with him….for years….decades maybe.

Heh, turns out folks rather frown on service stations guys….with guns.

But, hey, if that ever happens……..
 
I was a really good hockey player and quite a good golfer...just never had the extreme talent that you need to make the Big Leagues.

So I ended up working for a shipping company for 25 years. I was what you call a 'Shipper/ Receiver'. That's the title you are given when you aren't really good at anything, but they have to call your position something. lol!
 
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