Friday, January 29, 2010

You touched me for a little while

One of the best parts about being an extended CP: everyone begins to look at you as not a CP. There's a stereotype I guess you would say that CP's are generally not looked upon very highly. We are chronic call in, early release, goofing off, personal breaking kids who just want 6 months off from school. For the most part in most areas no matter what your job, full timers and even some managers don't regard CP's in a positive light at all. But it seems that extending is somewhat like graduating. All of a sudden co-workers that would hardly even look at me are now joking with me all day and telling me things that I don't even really want to know. I take it in though, I'm glad to be on the inside finally.

With all of this newfound acceptance also comes more responsibility. And let me tell you, I am ready for it. Many extended CP's boast about morning shifts (we always get the closing ones!) and better/consistent days off. In my case I have even worse shifts, but that comes with my responsibility. A few CP's a semester get trained in money counting and I am a chosen one! I have done this before at my old location, but with transfering and what not I have had to re-prove myself and I am finally back at the top! The view is nice, I'm the oldest newest star in Hollywoodland.

Everyone is still complaining about missing friends though and it's getting on my nerves. Don't get me wrong, I miss them but 5 months or less of friendship does not equal me needing to call you every 5 minutes telling you what I'm thinking about while dreamily staring out the Starbucks window. Maybe this little nomad is just used to her status and has accepted her fate. I realize I'm not settled and probably won't be for at least a few more years. Maybe it's just those who have never been away from home before. Maybe it's having been to college and abroad and realizing that with a true friend you will always be able to pick up exactly where you left off. Maybe it's just realizing that a lot of the friends you make here are more for convenience than actually having anything in common. Whatever the reason, I'm not stressing. Those that matter I will see again. Fate will always work its magic. There are friends everywhere, and I don't think it's worth it to waste the time talking to people thousands of miles away when there are new friends to be had right across the hall. They complain and they don't realize that with their complaining they're missing out on opportunities right in front of them.

Here's to making friends with the cute guy downstairs or the girl you pass each day on your way to work. Friends can come out of the woodwork if you let them.

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