Wednesday, July 28, 2010

Way Back Wednesday



So this week on Way Back Wednesday..

My first job.

I did alot of babysitting when I was a teenager, but I only got paid about half of the time, so I don't really count that.

My first actual, not-paid-in-cash job was at T.G.I. Fridays as a hostess when I was 17.

For starters, I loved that job. I worked days because all the other little hostess girls were still in high school, and I had already graduated. Plus, I worked alone, which was nice, because most of the other little hostess girls were morons.

I had several waiters that I loved and I always gave them the best tables. And for a good 8 years, every time I went to Fridays I got really awesome service.

But the funniest story about my first job came when I was in training.

One of my high school teacher's sons worked there as a bartender, and that boy was hot. And coincidentally we knew each other fairly well, because my mother also taught at my high school, and his mother was my favorite teacher - so he offered to help me study for my tests.

So I went with him to another co-worker's house about 30 minutes away from home - I told my mother where I was going, who was going to be there and that I really wasn't sure what time I'd be home, and she gave her permission.

Midnight rolls around and Mr. Could-Have-Been starts getting flirty.

1am happens and he leans in for a kiss.

My fucking pager goes off. It's mom.

When I call her back, the conversation went something like this:

Mom: WHERE ARE YOU?!?!?!

Me: At Jane Co-Worker's house. Just like I said I'd be.

Mom: DO YOU KNOW WHAT TIME IT IS?!?!?!

Me: Yes. It's about 1 in the morning. Why??

Mom: YOU COME HOME THIS INSTANT!!!!! YOU'RE GROUNDED!!!!!!!!

Needless to say, I did not get my kiss. And Mr. Could-Have-Been never tried again.

But the icing on the cake came a couple of months later when my mother asked me why me and Mr. Could-Have-Been never dated.

4 comments:

Marlene said...

Don't you just love when that happens?!!

woman:confused said...

and then you would have never had oliver or talullah, and you would have never met bean.

mr CHB probably was gay anyway. :D

Jennifer Juniper said...

Miley!! Mr. CHB was NOT gay!! I can prove it - you met him and you didn't find him all that attractive.

Joann Mannix said...

So, I've got a story like that...kind of. My mom had a tennis partner. They were good friends, tennis partners and the ladies who lunch. The tennis partner had a son, my age, named Scott. Scott and I knew each other, but not too well. My hs was the largest school in Florida at the time. My graduating class had over 1,000 kids, so we didn't always know everyone.

Anyway, one night Scott and I ended up at the same keg party. We had some drinks and one thing led to another and a little high school makeout session happened. I went home that night with a hickey which I successfully hid. Scott and I never dated, because I, (I'm whispering this part) had a boyfriend. But we got some good laughs every time our moms got together. I didn't tell my mom till much later in life.