I was literally just sitting here at work, gnawing on a Starburst,
when I realized it. I done growed up. I don't know when exactly this
happened, but suddenly I spend the majority of my time doing adult
things (get your mind out of the gutter, I mean this in the most
non-dirty way possible. Okay. A little dirty. Whatever. I'm an adult).
For instance, I have a full time job. I work as a police dispatcher
(hence the name of this here blog, clever, eh?). Before that, I worked
for 3 years as a police officer. I actually had 2 part time cop jobs
and a 3rd job writing parking tickets. So, I worked all the time but
had NO benefits. Now, I work slightly less and I have benefits. I'm
particularly pleased with the fact that they pay me on holidays,
regardless of whether I'm at work or not. Score! But yes, having a
full time job, with insurance and a retirement plan and all that jazz
really makes me feel like a functional adult.
I'm like a step-mom type lady. Being responsible for a tiny human?
Definitely adult behavior. She comes to me for band-aids and kisses
when she falls down. Which happens a lot. Toddlers are crazy-clumsy.
But the fact that I'm the go-to band-aid guy? I must totally be a
respectable adult.
I'm probably getting married soon. We're planning a wedding/elopement
thing in Las Vegas for January 13, 2012 (yes, that's a Friday the
13th. That's the point). Adults get married. I feel particularly adult
because the guy I'm gonna marry has already been married once. I don't
know why, but I feel like I get extra grown up points for that. Okay,
he hasn't proposed yet, but we tend to do things backwards so it's
okay...for now.
I do chores. I mean, instead of screwing around doing fuck-all when I
come home from work. I clean. Laundry. Vacuum. Scrub something. Cook
dinner. My mom does that, and she's an adult for sure, so if I'm doing
what she does, I must be one too.
I don't know why I didn't feel too grown up until now. I mean, I was a
cop! They don't give kids guns and tell them to keep other people
safe. But it's now, now that I'm 26 and caring for a family. Now I
feel mature. Clueless, but mature. I have no idea what I'm doing half
of the time, but I think I'm pretending to be a respectable grown up
lady pretty well. And that's what all the other grown ups do, I think,
which just cements the fact that I am, truly, an adult.
when I realized it. I done growed up. I don't know when exactly this
happened, but suddenly I spend the majority of my time doing adult
things (get your mind out of the gutter, I mean this in the most
non-dirty way possible. Okay. A little dirty. Whatever. I'm an adult).
For instance, I have a full time job. I work as a police dispatcher
(hence the name of this here blog, clever, eh?). Before that, I worked
for 3 years as a police officer. I actually had 2 part time cop jobs
and a 3rd job writing parking tickets. So, I worked all the time but
had NO benefits. Now, I work slightly less and I have benefits. I'm
particularly pleased with the fact that they pay me on holidays,
regardless of whether I'm at work or not. Score! But yes, having a
full time job, with insurance and a retirement plan and all that jazz
really makes me feel like a functional adult.
I'm like a step-mom type lady. Being responsible for a tiny human?
Definitely adult behavior. She comes to me for band-aids and kisses
when she falls down. Which happens a lot. Toddlers are crazy-clumsy.
But the fact that I'm the go-to band-aid guy? I must totally be a
respectable adult.
I'm probably getting married soon. We're planning a wedding/elopement
thing in Las Vegas for January 13, 2012 (yes, that's a Friday the
13th. That's the point). Adults get married. I feel particularly adult
because the guy I'm gonna marry has already been married once. I don't
know why, but I feel like I get extra grown up points for that. Okay,
he hasn't proposed yet, but we tend to do things backwards so it's
okay...for now.
I do chores. I mean, instead of screwing around doing fuck-all when I
come home from work. I clean. Laundry. Vacuum. Scrub something. Cook
dinner. My mom does that, and she's an adult for sure, so if I'm doing
what she does, I must be one too.
I don't know why I didn't feel too grown up until now. I mean, I was a
cop! They don't give kids guns and tell them to keep other people
safe. But it's now, now that I'm 26 and caring for a family. Now I
feel mature. Clueless, but mature. I have no idea what I'm doing half
of the time, but I think I'm pretending to be a respectable grown up
lady pretty well. And that's what all the other grown ups do, I think,
which just cements the fact that I am, truly, an adult.
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