Poetry and musings of a zany Mormon girl who is very proud of her Erda roots.

Tuesday, January 25, 2011

Turning on the Charm

Working in a plasma center has been an unexpected boost to my self esteem. Roughly 79% of our donors are men and most of them are middle aged. I smile and say witty things so they won't be nervous about a newbie poking sharp metal under their skin. They remark on how nice I am and go out of their way to talk to me the next time they come in to donate.

By now I recognize most of the regulars and they know to expect a bit of fluff conversation in passing whenever I check their machine or work with them. I have a system and it works for me. I am liked.

Every once in a while I'll make a special impression and someone will be sure to remark on my "pretty eyes" or call me "sweetheart" or "beautiful" but mostly they just light up when I smile at them.

I think it's good fun.

As long as I don't develop any stalkers.

Which could happen.


1 comment:

  1. hahahahahah!!!! I hope you don't get any stalkers.