The birth of Heather, the potty mouth

I feel like some explanation needs to be given to who this foul mouthed wonder is. I always say "those that know me know that I cuss", but it didn't really used to be like this. In fact, it was the complete opposite. In high school my friends knew that I did not cuss and that I did not like to be cussed around. So they would try and avoid using bad language around me. Even after high school I was on a good roll, but then we moved to Texas and it all drastically changed. In Phoenix I was a high school student and nothing else. No job, no car, no college admissions (since we were moving anyway), no bills, etc. I didn't even drive really. I had my learner's permit and drove occasionally with my parents in the car.

We moved to Texas and I got a cell phone, I got a credit card, I got a car (that I shared with my sister) and the biggest one of all---I got my very first REAL J-O-B. Yikes! So the stress was immediately piling on. I was going to work through the Fall, save some money and then pay for and attend school in the Spring. This new job was at Mervyn's working in their shoe department. Anyone not familiar with Mervyn's it is a retail store like Kohl's or Target. I can say after having been there that retail sucks. It is hard enough being in retail on any given day of the week, but then you add in working around Holidays and tax free weekend and your head could literally explode. So, out of hatred and frustration of my job little words would come out here and there. The longer I was with the company I got to move from department to department and got more training.

I ended up on the logistics team where we work the back stocks taking product off shelves to take out to the floor or assign products to a shelf. I was pretty much by myself in this HUGE backstock. No one was around to hear me piss and moan about little things that might happen during my work day with the product. However, on some days, when it was 'truck day' there would be all guys in the back off loading the delivery. Well! They were cussing up a storm! So, you take hearing it almost all the time at work, mixed in with privacy and absolute ability to cuss, add in a little stress from school and life (and horrible, insane Texas drivers)and there you go--presto--chango--a new foul mouthed individual has joined the rest of the society of dirty mouths. I quit this job about 5 years ago, but the cussing became such a part of me and my daily language and way of expressing frustration. I feel like any other person with a bad habit, gambling, drinking, smoking, etc., to break but just have had no luck so far. Having children has affected me some, mostly in the sense that I am getting better at not cussing AROUND THEM, but I would love to one day be my old high school self. Until then........ *sigh*