Have you ever noticed that some people get away with everything? If you haven't you might want to pay attention next time you are around a vertically impaired individual, because it happens more often than you think.
I am living proof of that, because sometimes I get away with things that I really shouldn't, things such as sleeping on the front row every single day in my British Literature class, and still getting an A at the end of the semester twice. For some odd reason I was her favorite student, and I honestly didn't even try. At the end of the semester she gave me a world literature textbook for free, and those are not cheap textbooks. Then she told me what a wonderful student I was in her class. Honestly I read one maybe two of the stories from the book during the two semesters I took that class. I spark noted everything else, or waited for the recap in class, but I got away with it, and I honestly have no idea why.
It has to be the fact that I am short, because that's really the only thing I have going for me. I don't thrive on being "teacher's pet," and I definitely don't try to achieve that status in my schooling career, but it happens every year. Even when I mess up in a big way, people still decide to give me more chances than I deserve.
I worked in the food industry for four years and I have made more than my fair share of mistakes. I have dropped and shattered China plates, made a large quantity of product incorrectly and wasted all of it, because it couldn't be used, and at one of the food service jobs I got away with being late to my shift every Tuesday and Thursday, because I wanted to take another class that went later in the day.
I got away with taking two classes at the exact same time, and I got an A in one and a B in the other. I really don't know how it worked, and I am surprised that the college even let me do it. Everyone asks if I used a time turner to pull it off, but unless it's invisible and controls itself, I did no such thing. I wish I would have, because it would have been awesome. I will forever credit my being short and adorable. There's really no other reason why it should have worked, but it did, and that's just another bullet hole on the list of things I have gotten away with because I am little.
I work as the director of PSA's and Underwriting for Thunder 91, and that means basically all I do for my job is sell ads for the station. As I mentioned before I rarely dress nice when I go out and sell ads. In fact sometimes I wear T-shirts from other radio stations when I am out selling, but for some reason people keep buying ads from me. I have made just under $5,000 in either monetary donation, or product trade for the station. Most of my clients are a bit surprised when I tell them that I am only 20, and that I have been doing this for a couple of years now.
I have very little professional graces, and I am often found wearing graphic T-shirts and I have a thing for wearing hats, and it's usually a baseball cap worn backwards, and that is probably the furthest that I could be from actually dressing like a professional, but it works. I think that it works because I am approachable, and with my small stature in life, people are more willing to trust me. Clients have given me their cars to use because they fell bad for me when they see me riding my roommates bike all over town. That's a lot of trust, and the only reason that I can think of why it actually works, is because I am small and not intimidating.
I know I shouldn't have gotten away with all of that. It still amazes me that it actually worked. If I weren't short and cute, it never would have worked. My teachers would all have me on their worst student of all time list, and I would have actually been fired from a job by now. People wouldn't trust me with the information that they do, and I would have to walk everywhere, because people wouldn't be so willing to help me out. It's things like this that really make being short more of a blessing than a curse.
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