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Subject: {ASSM} My Danielle - Part 1(Mf, cons, rom)
Date: Wed, 31 May 2000 02:10:59 -0400
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**Authors Note** Standard diclaimers apply. No pay sites to use this without
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DON'T!!! And as always....be good to each other...
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I was standing at the front of the store, waiting for some new employees to
arrive for orientation. I had only been with the company, a supermarket chain,
for about a year and a half, but had busted my butt and done everything
possible to move up as quickly as possible. I was now the store training
co-ordinator, and hopefully soon would be brought into upper management. Phil,
one of the elderly men who worked as a bagger on the front line came up and
greeted me with a handshake. "Hello Steven, waiting for the new hires?" he
said warmly. "Yeah Phil, 2 cashiers and 2 front service personnel, all
teenagers, can't wait to hear all the gossip about who N'Sync and The
Backstreet Boys", I said with a laugh. He smiled and said, "Well one of those
cashiers is my granddaughter Danielle." "Really", I replied putting a hand on
his shoulder, "If she works half as hard as you do, she will be a great asset
to the store, I'll never forget how you showed me the ropes when I first
started here, and I'll always be greatful." "Well, you are a fine young man
Steven, but I don't want you giving Dani any leeway just because we are
friends, she lives with my wife and me, and we are trying to instill some
values of hard work in her." Phil said to me. "If you don't mind, " I asked,
"why doesn't she live with her parents?" "Well her father is a drunk and her
mother right now is in a mental hospital due to her attempting suicide 3 times,
so we have taken her in. She is a tough kid, very sensitive, but it is tough
raising a 17 year old at our age", he replied. I nodded in understanding
"Well, I am only 25 so I can remember what I did to my parents at that age, so
I can relate to what you're going through." He laughed, "Yeah, she can be a
handful sometimes, but she is my pride and joy, and I am so proud of how she
handles herself with everything that has gone on." I noticed some kids walking
through the front doors, and assumed it was them. "Is she there with them?" I
asked. "Yes," he said, "second from the left." I raised my eyes to view
possibly, no definately, the most beautiful vision I had seen in my 25 years of
life. She stood about 5 foot 6 inches, had red hair that flowed to just past
the middle of her back, and deep green eyes. She was wearing jeans and a
sweatshirt from the local university that didn't show off any of her body and I
found myself wondering what lay under there. Snapping back into reality I told
Phil I would talk to him later, and went to introduce myself to the young men
and women.
Now like I said, I am only 25, and being the oldest of 5 children, I know how
it is being 16 or 17 years old, as these kids were. Between my own experiences
and seeing my siblings deal with their own lives, I was pretty in tune with how
younger kids thought and felt. So I escorted them into the training room, and
told them to take a seat. "Well, I would like to be the first to welcome you
to our store, my name is Steven Stone, and please call me Steve or Steven, Mr.
Stone is my father." I said with a smile as they laughed. I continued, "We are
going to be here for a few hours, we have some paperwork and videos for you to
watch, so lets get the boring stuff out of the way first, and then I'll answer
any questions you guys have. I brought some soda and chips, so help yourselves
while you fill the paperwork out, and if you have any problems, just ask." As
they started to fill things out I looked them over and looked at their
applications to associate the faces with the names. There was Dave, a tall,
good looking young man. He seemed to command attention and enjoyed it, he had
a mischievious, but sincere smile, and I knew I would like him. Then there was
John, who was about average height, slighty overweight, but he was the joker of
the group. He already cracked a few jokes that had us all laughing and he
seemed like a good kid. Next was Tiffany, a skinny girl with glasses and
braces. She was a good friend of my sisters, so I knew her well from being at
our house and knew she would have no problems with anyone. Then there was
Danielle. What I thought was beauty when she walked in had only been the tip
of the iceberg. She had a laugh that would fill the whole room up, and a smile
that could warm even the coldest heart. I found myself staring at her while
they filled out some of their paperwork, but Tiffany brought me back into it by
coming to ask me a couple of questions about emergency contact numbers and
such. When they were finished I had them watch a few videos about work safety
and effects of alcohol and drugs in the workplace, and then answered some of
their questions about pay, how to request days off, if they could move up from
what they were going to be doing and most general "newbie" questions you get
when you have kids who are getting their first job. I looked at my watch and
saw that our time was just about over and said to them "OK guys, that about
wraps it up for today. Before I show you where to get your schedules for the
week, I just want to let you guys know I have an open door policy here. Alot
of our management is older and may not always be sensitive to what is going on
in your lives. I can relate, as I am not much older than you all, so if you
ever have any problems about anything, and you feel you need someone to talk
to, just come and see me and I will listen and give you the best advice I can."
As we were walking I went over to Danielle and said to her, "Your grandfather
is very proud of you, you know." "So you *are* the Steven he always talks
about at home", she replied. "Well", I said, "I didn't know he talked about
me, but I guess it would be me." "He really likes you", she said, "He once
said that if he had a son he would want him to be like you, and with how
critical he always is of guys I like, you really must be cool for him to like
you." "I like Phil too", I said, "and he has told me alot about you, and what
I said back there goes especially for you, if you ever need to talk, I'm here,
ok?" "Thanks Steve, I'll remember that", she said as she surprised me by
giving me a hug. "I'll see you soon!!" she said with a wave and that beautiful
smile of hers as she went to join her friends. I went back to my office and
cleaned up, filed the paperwork and went to punch out and go home for the day.
No matter what I tried to do that night, whether it be the ballgame on TV,
coming on the internet and checking my e-mail, or studing for my upcoming
managers test, nothing could get the image of her smile out of my head. I
finally gave up, showered and went to bed, but the last image I saw as I fell
to sleep was her smiling face as she waved goodbye to me.
<End Part 1>
"Revenge is mine!! So sayeth the leaper"
"Oh Boy!!"
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