So I have this persona that radiates Bitch...or for the more kindhearted folk, people see me as intimidating, and it's something that I've built up for myself over the years. I like people to know when they first meet me that I am not one to be messed with. Also I like people to look at me and think "if I were to be in a fight, I'd want MelFlo on my team" Yeah, don't question me. But here's where it gets good, I like to hide my extrovert side.
THAT'S RIGHT FOLKS, I AM PART EXTROVERT. Don't get me wrong, I really love being by myself a good chunk of the time, but I love going out and doing things. Getting out and seeing and doing things out of my comfort zone. For hell's sake, I love being scared. That is definitely not anything an introvert would ever say, but it is something an extrovert would.
Alright, here comes the story.
When I first started working at Maverik, I worked weekend nights. It was great, the chick that came in the morning ended up being one of the people who encouraged my shenanigans. When I applied for the Job, I had my future boss Rolling around. It was evident that I had a bubbly personality. HA! Alright, hold up, I didn't walk in the room and start cracking jokes or anything like that. She just asked if I ever did drugs and I replied, "No, but I'm a full time student applying for a full time job and I may need some." That had her rolling....Someday's I miss that Lady. Anyways, I got hired on 2 hours later.
So weekends were spent listening to music and having a grand ol time. Not many people came in through the night. But I was always busy doing cleaning and stocking. And when you spend enough time by yourself you're gonna bust out some vocals and dance moves. So when coworkers showed up at 6 it was the best thing in the whole world. Usually by then I was two energy drinks in and buzzing off the wall. Charity, my crazy coconut, one day came around into the cooler to help me stock and BAM saw me drop it real low. It's like a twerk but you drop your booty as far as you can. Which to people's surprise for me, its inches away from the ground."GET IT GIRL" was at hollered at least 5x a day.
To most girls, when we hear that, it just fires us right up. And with the right attitude and music, it could go one of two ways; someone getting fired up and saying "oh ok that's enough" or in my case, it fires me up just enough to twerk on something or fall to the ground after pulling something. That happened on more occasions than I had wished it did. One day, Coconut came back where the boxes of fountain syrup were hooked up to the CO2 machine and because I was being an idiot, I was moon-walking and knocked off a hose and it was going everywhere....mostly everywhere on my clothes. When asked "what happened?!" I simply explained that I turned around in time to see it "pop" off.
About a year and half later, I moved on from Mav and got a treatment job with some teens. I set my boundaries with no hugging and definitely establishing where I stood with my bubble. But one day, one of the kids had a Christina Agulera song come across their stereo. And I couldn't help it. 8 year old MelFlo came out and she couldn't be stopped. That little dance and wall twerk and hair flip, got me quite the amount of compliments and giggles. It was funny to see the faces of some of those people. To get crazy and just let loose.
I guess the thing with me, it just takes a good ol attitude and song to have me go from "intimidating" MelFlo to Crazy Twerking MelFlo. Its roughly .02 seconds. I learned that you gotta enjoy your job. It's not up to your boss or coworkers, it lies on your shoulders. You can have a crappy shift or you can go home with a smile on your face. I mean, ok you don't have to love your job....but it has to be enjoyable. And sometimes I like making other's days. I apparently dance so terrible its funny. Whatever gets the people going.
Hit my up on the Instagram and check out the videos, I get a good laugh every now and then. But it kinda shows me when I'm carefree. Now that is a rare feat. So its nice to see that for that one song or moment even tight ass MelFlo can let loose. God bless the poor man who marries me. He better not get embarassed, because I hear that my twerk can bring a tear to the eye...whether that be because it was that good, or because you're going blind probably the last one.
Its a surprise to people because you don't know if you're gonna get twerking MelFlo or HeadBanging throwing the HORNS MelFlo..It's a gift and a curse...but I'll take it either way.
Just Let Loose From Time To Time
This was the night the Syrup machine just "popped" off and squirted everywhere. So this is a legitimate story. Some days I miss the Mav Days, then I get a headache and get recall what most days were like when I wasn't out dancing.
XO,
MelFlo
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