I often tease my husband – “I can’t wait til you’re rich and I can be a princess.”
He always responds – “You ARE my princess.”
And he does spoil me, and make me feel like a princess. And I even got some Princess perfume so I can smell like a princess.
But the truth is…. I don’t really want to be a princess. I’d just be happy if someone would clean my bathrooms once in a while.
When I met my new trainee today, I was reminded of why I don’t want to be a princess. She’s been with us for a few weeks now, but has worked the evening shift. This week she was to work the morning shift with me, to see what we do.
I expected her at 6 am yesterday, along with my even newer trainee, but she never showed. That afternoon she called to tell me she had forgotten she was scheduled to work the early shift. I connected her with a manager.
So this morning, I knew that she knew she was supposed to start at 6 am. At 7:15 I get a call. She overslept and she’s not sure why, ’cause she set her alarm, but it didn’t go off, and she’s up now and will be in soon.
She arrived a little after 8, long after all the checklist work had been completed. “I don’t know you guys do it!” she said. “I even went to bed early last night. 11:30 pm!” and “I set my alarm for 5, but I swear my phone turns itself off. I’m surprised I even woke up at 7!”
I smiled understandingly and explained it takes some getting used to. And I joked about how I am in bed by 9 pm at the latest, and that’s how I’m able to get up. (Of course, I get up at 3 am.)
I spent the rest of the day trying to keep her focused on learning. She spent the day focused on herself. I learned that now that she’s 20, her mom’s begging her for a grandchild. The other day she thought she was pregnant and her mom came over so she could take the test with her. I think I managed to keep my jaw off the floor as I wondered why a parent would be encouraging an unmarried, unschooled, and barely employed daughter to have children.
I patiently paused my teaching while she yawned, stretched, checked herself in the mirror, clicked her extremely manicured nails on the keyboard, and questioned what she was going to order for lunch.
I gave up thinking I could teach her anything today. I hope it was due to her being tired, and that today wasn’t a true indication of how she will be at work. They’re not high hopes.
She came across as a bit spoiled. A bit self-centered. A bit “princess-y”.
And if that’s what a princess is like, I don’t wanna be one.
But I will continue to wear the perfume…and let my hubby think I am.