My old Maggie Moo's fam with the Mayor of our town at the time!
I recently read an interview with Amy Astley where she said the following:
Her quote brought me back to the last couple years of high school where I had two jobs. One was at Maggie Moo's (look it up it's pretty much like Cold Stone but better!!), and the other was at Friendly's working the "Fountain" area. Basically, I was making sundaes and scooping ice cream cones. I was a true ice cream connoisseur by graduation! I worked at both jobs during the week and weekend. My boss at Maggie Moo's was pretty flexible with me even after he promoted me to Shift Lead (**pats self on back**), so that was a blessing.
Anyway, on top of all the ridiculous amount of extra curricular activities I had (seriously. What was wrong with me?!), I felt the need to add two more loads of burden on my back. I look back and ask myself, "Why did I have two jobs? Why did I subject myself to that much stress?"
Simply put, it's because I needed money for many necessities (HELLO, PROM ANYONE?!). What teen doesn't need money? But I thought about this deeper to find out what's at the root of my hustler attitude—na, na, na, diva is the female version of a hustler—and I realized what it is.
You see, certain life experiences have made me do or not do certain things. For example, I don't eat cheese because my brother got food poisoning from a McDonald's cheese burger and I'm sure it was because of McDonald's and not the cheese, but this resonated in my mind to never eat cheese and it eventually turned into me hating the smell and taste of cheese. And I remember an incident that turned me into ahustler diva.
I was 12 and watching one of my best friends go to work at her dad's company to pass the summer days. She also would receive a steady pay check. I wasn't intrigued by the fact she got paid, but I thought it was cool she was being "all grown up" and working. Man was I wrong about wanting to grow up. Anyway, up until I was 14 and got my first real job as a day-camp counselor, I asked my parents if I could get a job and their answer was always no.
Boy would I love to have my childhood back for just a split second.
"... I love seeing someone who scooped ice cream or was a waitress. To me, it means they had to make some money and they had a job dealing with the public." —Amy Astley, Teen Vogue EICThe entire interview was pretty enthralling. It was interesting to peek into the mind of the head honcho who ran the publication I spent a giant chunk of my college years interning.
Her quote brought me back to the last couple years of high school where I had two jobs. One was at Maggie Moo's (look it up it's pretty much like Cold Stone but better!!), and the other was at Friendly's working the "Fountain" area. Basically, I was making sundaes and scooping ice cream cones. I was a true ice cream connoisseur by graduation! I worked at both jobs during the week and weekend. My boss at Maggie Moo's was pretty flexible with me even after he promoted me to Shift Lead (**pats self on back**), so that was a blessing.
Anyway, on top of all the ridiculous amount of extra curricular activities I had (seriously. What was wrong with me?!), I felt the need to add two more loads of burden on my back. I look back and ask myself, "Why did I have two jobs? Why did I subject myself to that much stress?"
Simply put, it's because I needed money for many necessities (HELLO, PROM ANYONE?!). What teen doesn't need money? But I thought about this deeper to find out what's at the root of my hustler attitude—na, na, na, diva is the female version of a hustler—and I realized what it is.
You see, certain life experiences have made me do or not do certain things. For example, I don't eat cheese because my brother got food poisoning from a McDonald's cheese burger and I'm sure it was because of McDonald's and not the cheese, but this resonated in my mind to never eat cheese and it eventually turned into me hating the smell and taste of cheese. And I remember an incident that turned me into a
I was 12 and watching one of my best friends go to work at her dad's company to pass the summer days. She also would receive a steady pay check. I wasn't intrigued by the fact she got paid, but I thought it was cool she was being "all grown up" and working. Man was I wrong about wanting to grow up. Anyway, up until I was 14 and got my first real job as a day-camp counselor, I asked my parents if I could get a job and their answer was always no.
Boy would I love to have my childhood back for just a split second.
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