Originally posted on Friday, July 18, 2008 at 7:56pm ·
*Brady Bunch tune* Here's a story,
of a girl named Jenna, who got switched to working night shift on Mondays, on
the first night on the job, she was surprised- She was the only girl!
Six young men and ME. That's Accommo Monday night crew. I didn't even notice that I was the only girl that first night until my supervisor pointed it out after calling roll. And then I just shrugged my shoulders and said, Really? mmmmmmmmk- as I walked out of the room. And pretty soon I was really noticing what it meant to be the only girl.
I felt like I got to look through a secret window into their brains and I was entertained at the huge differences in the male and female thought factories. I was thinking about how we were going to divide up the work when we got to our destination, and trying not to hit the campers and rogue trees. My male co-worker was sitting in the passenger seat staring out the window when he suddenly exclaimed, "Dude, that chick was so hot!"
I think they're rubbing off on me though because we were driving up to clean a cabin and a suave-looking young man drove past us. Without thinking I said, "Mmm, who is that?" And I only realized I'd said it when I simultaneously noticed his window was rolled down and he was looking at me. Ummm....I blushed and kept driving pretending like nothing happened.
Wow. Then, their mission became to "find me a man" and I'm pretty sure to embarrass me and/or scare me as much as possible. I am such a disappointment though. I find their attempts to embarrass me hilarious and I forget to be scared when they try to scare me. I'm not unafraid because I'm trying to look cool or something, but because I've got a 6 and 4 year-old at home that have the same, Hide and Boo! method.
I grew up in a family of girls, most of my cousins are girls, I live in the all girl dorm, and then came Mandays. Ah wow, the fun never ends with these guys. One moment everyone is staring at the ceiling in the break room and the next, marshmallow ammunition is hailing down over plastic table barriers.
The owner of the camp noticed that I was the only girl also and he asked me if I could stand up for myself. Yes, I politely and boldly said. But, Heck yes! Bring it on, I've got a whole bag of marshmallows!!!!, is what I ferociously challenged in my head.
Six young men and ME. That's Accommo Monday night crew. I didn't even notice that I was the only girl that first night until my supervisor pointed it out after calling roll. And then I just shrugged my shoulders and said, Really? mmmmmmmmk- as I walked out of the room. And pretty soon I was really noticing what it meant to be the only girl.
I felt like I got to look through a secret window into their brains and I was entertained at the huge differences in the male and female thought factories. I was thinking about how we were going to divide up the work when we got to our destination, and trying not to hit the campers and rogue trees. My male co-worker was sitting in the passenger seat staring out the window when he suddenly exclaimed, "Dude, that chick was so hot!"
I think they're rubbing off on me though because we were driving up to clean a cabin and a suave-looking young man drove past us. Without thinking I said, "Mmm, who is that?" And I only realized I'd said it when I simultaneously noticed his window was rolled down and he was looking at me. Ummm....I blushed and kept driving pretending like nothing happened.
Wow. Then, their mission became to "find me a man" and I'm pretty sure to embarrass me and/or scare me as much as possible. I am such a disappointment though. I find their attempts to embarrass me hilarious and I forget to be scared when they try to scare me. I'm not unafraid because I'm trying to look cool or something, but because I've got a 6 and 4 year-old at home that have the same, Hide and Boo! method.
I grew up in a family of girls, most of my cousins are girls, I live in the all girl dorm, and then came Mandays. Ah wow, the fun never ends with these guys. One moment everyone is staring at the ceiling in the break room and the next, marshmallow ammunition is hailing down over plastic table barriers.
The owner of the camp noticed that I was the only girl also and he asked me if I could stand up for myself. Yes, I politely and boldly said. But, Heck yes! Bring it on, I've got a whole bag of marshmallows!!!!, is what I ferociously challenged in my head.
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