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14 August 2012
09 July 2012
The End of an Era
It's been a long time. In fact, that could perhaps be a glaring understatement. Months have past, stories worth telling have come and gone and still this blog has remained devastatingly stagnant. It is not something I'm proud of, but more something that seems best.
Before I get ahead of myself, I'll start by saying that since its inception this blog has been a labor of love. Sharing my writing was not so much for all of you as it was for me. While it's nice to have a following, my goal began and continued to be a personal one at its core. I wrote not for the result, but rather for the act itself; writing was therapeutic, enjoyable and relaxing all at the same time. I wrote because I simply wanted to write and took joy from doing so.
Of course over time, my writing captured readers. And when that happened I couldn't keep the writing for myself anymore. I catered to my audience and I found continued enjoyment in doing so. But with that I drew even more eyes. Eventually, this even reached Hooters of America.
At some point, someone in Atlanta found my blog. They read what I had to say. They agreed. They shared with their coworkers. And that - as many of you know - lead to an amazing opportunity to write for Hooters Magazine which I appreciated greatly.
That one opportunity grew into many more. Not only was I writing here, but for a real publication. I was invited to special events and even thought I'd found a permanent position with the company. But times change. Hooters was sold and just a year after I started contributing to the magazine my world came crashing down. I lost the magazine, I lost what I'd hoped would be my career and I nearly lost this blog.
That last part I owe to you. Your reaction, sent to Hooters in emails and phone calls, saved this blog. I felt appreciated in a way I never had before. Yet, it never really was the same. I censored myself more and writing became less enjoyable because I felt stifled. I felt less creative. I didn't feel like writing because it wasn't just me anymore. Hooters was watching.
But then, I always knew Hooters was watching. I'd, as a woman with a marketing degree, always been very conscious of what I should and shouldn't say. I never wrote anything that I would consider defamatory or shared proprietary information. As many of you know, my purpose was only to show the human side of a Hooters Girl and in doing so show that Hooters was and is so much more than its sometimes popular image. Of course new management never really seemed to get it. That's why they tried to shut me down in the first place.
And that is what leads me to this. Hooters is experiencing a multitude of changes as a company. Now for the record, most of what I have seen thus far I agree with - it was time for an update. But while so many of the changes are good, they are also changes that make me realize this blog may be viewed poorly by the corporate office. That has brought me here. To the end of this blog. In the end I love my job far too much to jeopardize it with a bit of satyrical internet humor.
Sharing this with you in such a concrete way is extremely painful for me. It was a decision not easily made, which was precisely why it took me so long to write this. Ending this blog is like a breakup I don't want to be a part of. Sometimes even seemingly good relationships have to end.
Don't worry, I'll keep writing. I'm just not sure when or where it will show up. Maybe I'll start a new blog or maybe I'll revisit this one in a new direction. For now I just need to take some time to truly close this chapter and accept that this is not an opportunity lost, but rather simply one part of my journey. It's been a pleasure being on this ride with you. Thanks for being there.
With love,
Sauce
Before I get ahead of myself, I'll start by saying that since its inception this blog has been a labor of love. Sharing my writing was not so much for all of you as it was for me. While it's nice to have a following, my goal began and continued to be a personal one at its core. I wrote not for the result, but rather for the act itself; writing was therapeutic, enjoyable and relaxing all at the same time. I wrote because I simply wanted to write and took joy from doing so.
Of course over time, my writing captured readers. And when that happened I couldn't keep the writing for myself anymore. I catered to my audience and I found continued enjoyment in doing so. But with that I drew even more eyes. Eventually, this even reached Hooters of America.
At some point, someone in Atlanta found my blog. They read what I had to say. They agreed. They shared with their coworkers. And that - as many of you know - lead to an amazing opportunity to write for Hooters Magazine which I appreciated greatly.
That one opportunity grew into many more. Not only was I writing here, but for a real publication. I was invited to special events and even thought I'd found a permanent position with the company. But times change. Hooters was sold and just a year after I started contributing to the magazine my world came crashing down. I lost the magazine, I lost what I'd hoped would be my career and I nearly lost this blog.
That last part I owe to you. Your reaction, sent to Hooters in emails and phone calls, saved this blog. I felt appreciated in a way I never had before. Yet, it never really was the same. I censored myself more and writing became less enjoyable because I felt stifled. I felt less creative. I didn't feel like writing because it wasn't just me anymore. Hooters was watching.
But then, I always knew Hooters was watching. I'd, as a woman with a marketing degree, always been very conscious of what I should and shouldn't say. I never wrote anything that I would consider defamatory or shared proprietary information. As many of you know, my purpose was only to show the human side of a Hooters Girl and in doing so show that Hooters was and is so much more than its sometimes popular image. Of course new management never really seemed to get it. That's why they tried to shut me down in the first place.
And that is what leads me to this. Hooters is experiencing a multitude of changes as a company. Now for the record, most of what I have seen thus far I agree with - it was time for an update. But while so many of the changes are good, they are also changes that make me realize this blog may be viewed poorly by the corporate office. That has brought me here. To the end of this blog. In the end I love my job far too much to jeopardize it with a bit of satyrical internet humor.
Sharing this with you in such a concrete way is extremely painful for me. It was a decision not easily made, which was precisely why it took me so long to write this. Ending this blog is like a breakup I don't want to be a part of. Sometimes even seemingly good relationships have to end.
Don't worry, I'll keep writing. I'm just not sure when or where it will show up. Maybe I'll start a new blog or maybe I'll revisit this one in a new direction. For now I just need to take some time to truly close this chapter and accept that this is not an opportunity lost, but rather simply one part of my journey. It's been a pleasure being on this ride with you. Thanks for being there.
With love,
Sauce
02 May 2012
The Swimsuit Contest...Finally
You're
probably wondering why I took the time to tell you I got second in the contest
and then be a totally buttfacehead and not tell you anything more. You're
probably wondering when I got so effing mean. I swear I'm still nice.
Allow me to explain with a wordy description of the contest and its
aftermath.
I
went into this contest not expecting anything.
In fact, at the time I decided to compete not because I was looking to
win, but because I have been kicking my own ass for my NPC fitness contest – which
is Saturday by the way – and I look damn good.
I also spent a lot of money on a most adorable bikini that I then spent
more money on by painstakingly gluing Swarovski crystals to. I figured why not show off my hard work and
my most adorable bikini? So I signed up
and expected nothing.
On
the day of the contest I came in feeling like a million dollars. The night before a friend had given me a
gorgeous set of extensions (meant to give me in edge afore mentioned NPC
contest this weekend) that took me from a short A-line to long curls. I also had my amazing gold bikini all ready
to go. Plus I did a really good job on
my eye makeup. Basically you can wrap
all that up in a neat little bow called “I was feeling hot.”
So
I went up on stage and strutted my stuff.
Uniform, dress, bikini – I rocked them all. I waved.
I blew kisses. I popped my hip. I disgusted myself with how bubbly I became
with so little effort. Essentially, I
was a nearly perfect example of a Hooters Girl.
First runner up, second runner up, winner |
When
it finally came town to announce the winner, I still expected nothing. Sure, it would be nice to win and spend nine
glorious days in Miami, but I certainly wasn’t going to be upset if that didn’t
happen. So when the crowning began and I
suddenly found myself with a pink runner-up sash around my neck I was totally
content. I got second and that, my
friends, was awesome.
Then
they announced the winner. And that
surprised everyone. A wonderful girl who
has been with Hooters Missoula since we opened, was also surprised to win. It wasn’t that she shouldn’t have, it was that
this girl was pregnant. Not very
pregnant, but pregnant none the less.
In
that moment, she looked at me and I looked at her and had the sudden
realization that I very well could be going to Miami to represent our
store. And the next day that is exactly
what I was told. Well sort of anyway.
My
owner called me the next day to say that though I had placed second, the odds
were very good that I would be the one going.
In fact my odds were so good that he said, “ok, you’re going.” While there was obviously still I chance that
things would change, I was left to believe that through a crazy set of
circumstances I had found myself as Miss Hooters Missoula.
For
a week I wrapped my head around the idea that I would be going to Miami. I thought about all the things I would need
to prepare. I thought about what my
costume would be for the vendor show. I
thought about how small my “fit girl” boobs would look.
And
exactly a week later my owner called me again.
He told me that circumstances had changed and that the winner would
indeed be our representative. Now before you jump to horrid conclusions,
I’ll be the first to say that I think this girl is not the type that would ever do anything drastic for
a bikini contest. Of course rumors have
flown, but I don’t believe a one of them.
Initially
I was disappointed. In fact, I was
surprised by my disappointment. While
I’d prepared myself for not going, I’d also become excited for the idea that I
very well might; I had been looking forward to it without even really realizing
it. I couldn’t help but be a little
bummed.
So
all this is why I didn’t go into detail about the contest. To be honest, I was waiting until I could
tell you that I was going to Miami. The
story wouldn’t have been complete without that bit of information. Instead, I come to you finishing second and
not being upset about it.
I
love my Hooters family and couldn’t be happier for the dear friend who will be
representing us in Miami; I know she’ll do a good job. Would I have liked to go? Sure, but it certainly wasn’t my desire or my
expectation. My desire was only to be
confident and proud of the hard work I’ve put in changing my body
composition. My desire was to represent
myself as the strong, fit, happy woman that I am. And that I certainly accomplished.
17 April 2012
Miss You
Never before have I left this poor blog so neglected. Yes, life has been hectic, but that's no excuse for leaving something that has been a true labor of love abandoned. I know I need to do better. Guess that's all I can say...
BUT...
I have news...
BIG news...
This weekend was our store bikini contest. I competed and managed to get 1st Runner Up! Needless to say I was very surprised. I even got a pink sash. It makes me feel marginally famous in a local sort of way. Feel free to send flowers.
Stay tuned for more on the ol' bikini contest. Figure I owe you all a bit of filling in!
BUT...
I have news...
BIG news...
This weekend was our store bikini contest. I competed and managed to get 1st Runner Up! Needless to say I was very surprised. I even got a pink sash. It makes me feel marginally famous in a local sort of way. Feel free to send flowers.
Stay tuned for more on the ol' bikini contest. Figure I owe you all a bit of filling in!
22 March 2012
Secret Pants
Those Hooters Girls' smiles actually mean, "check out that effin' mess we have to clean up later." CREDIT. |
I’ve always had a soft spot for kids. In fact, when I originally started college I
was pretty sure I wanted to be a geography teacher. While that may have changed, my adoration for
little ones hasn’t. Except for when they’re
coloring all over the seats of my booths of course.
One of the things that I’ve come to appreciate about
children is their total lack of censorship.
I love that kids will think a thought and then just let that thought
come stumbling out of their mouths with reckless abandon. Frankly that shit is amusing.
Take, for example, a gentleman of probably no more than five
sitting with the rest of his family for dinner.
Handing out crayons and coloring sheets as I introduced myself, the boy
stared at me intently rather than ripping excitedly into the crayon box like
his siblings. As I moved from
introductions to drink orders, the boy finally broke his silence.
“So what are we gonna have for dri…”
“You’re not wearing any pants.”
He said it loud and without hesitation. His mother instantly turned red as his dad
shot him an I-can’t-believe-that-came-out-of-your-mouth look. Meanwhile I was quickly formulating a
response. That’s the thing with kids;
you have to be able fire back just as swiftly as they do.
“Well actually I’m just wearing really short pants. See I think my dryer might be broken because
when I put them in they were really much longer. But I had to wear something!”
And while he seemed totally satisfied with this response I
continued, “So to make up for it I did this instead. Check it out!”
With that I reached down, pulled on my nylons and stretched
them a little from my leg.
“See? I decided to
wear secret pants today!”
His eyes lit up like I had just told him that he’d won a
free year of candy. And a pony. A pony made of candy.
So next time you’re at Hooters, don’t think of those
horrible tan things as Nylons. Think of
them as secret pants. They’re WAY more
fun that way.
21 March 2012
Contact is Made
Oh hey. Remember me. Yes, there is an author to this blog and –
contrary to what you may have heard, believe, or totally made up in your own
mind – she does still exist. I realize
that at this point it might be somewhat unbelievable. But here I am nonetheless.
Life has been busy to put it mildly. There was the usual. Work. School.
Gym.
More work, school, gym. Then
there were several weekend classes.
There was even a middle of the night stay in the emergency room for an
ailment that is still a mystery. I’m
still waiting on the bill from that adventure.
Don’t worry, friends.
I’m fine. Fine enough to find
time to blog amidst two of the most horrible weeks of the semester. Spring break is looming a week and half
away. Its distant presence is the only thing
keeping me sane.
So here I am proclaiming my existence and promising to write
a REAL post tomorrow. It’s in
writing. It shall be.
In the meantime, check out a blog I am doing for a semester
project. It’s pretty new as of yet, but
if you’ve ever had any interest in my life as a fitness nut you should check it
out. Just remember, a professor reads
that shit so it’s more…civilized. For
example, that blog would not have included shit in the last sentence. It’s a lot less fun.
27 February 2012
Receipt Art: February 25, 2012
This is Montana and Montana can be cold as shit - though this winter has actually been unseasonably warm for the most part. Even the owls need to bundle up and get out the scarves and earmuffs. Ok, so I'm actually full of shit. Owls are animals and animals suck it up and deal with things like weather. Luckily, receipt art owls do whatever I want them to do. That's how all this happened.
Yup, I think he's pretty adorable. The only part I don't find so adorable is the fact that his scarf is blowing the opposite direction of my cute wind swirlies. Must be one of those fake wire situations like they did with the flag that's on the moon. Whatever.
22 February 2012
Twenty-Seven
I'm on highway 27, bitches. CREDIT. |
I went through all the usual feelings amidst my sobs. I wasn’t going anywhere. I had no direction. I was the oldest Hooters Girl trying to keep
up with girls who couldn’t even legally have a drink yet. My high school friends were all married and
having babies and decorating fabulous little starter homes. I was just an old, unmarried waitress well on
my way to being a cat lady.
Now the point of all this isn’t to show you how sorry I’m
feeling for myself. What’s it’s really
about is that I had my moment and proceeded to get over it. Yup, I cried.
Actually, I bawled in a way that was anything but attractive. But I also realized how ridiculous I was
being. I realized that though I’ll be
older, I will not be old.
Yes, I’ll be turning twenty-seven, but at twenty-eight I’ll
have an MBA. I’m also in the best shape
of my life, not because I’m eighteen and have a metabolism that is on fire, but
because I work my ass off and take great care of myself. Yes, I’m almost twenty-seven, but I am
dedicated, motivated and going places. I
just don’t know where those places are yet.
But you know what? I’m
pretty excited to find out.
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