Tanner Saracen / District 6 / Done
Jun 1, 2015 2:54:20 GMT -5
Post by Arctic Eagle (Tyler) on Jun 1, 2015 2:54:20 GMT -5
Name:
Tanner Eugene Saracen
Age:
19
Gender: Male
District/Area:
District 6
Well, it's been a month at the clinic now. It's a lot harder than I thought it would be, but I'm trying my best. I think I'll be okay. Mom and Dad are proud of me, but I can't help but feel like I'm just going to let them down in the long run. I'm really struggling just to get all my work finished on time, and I'm only entry level. I can't imagine how I'm ever going to amount to anything more. I know I should be more positive and all, but I feel like I'm probably just going to bounce around from place to place just trying to hold any kind of job in the industry that I can. Just like my parents do. I guess if I'm able to follow in their footsteps, at least I'll be able to have a job and be able to support my family. If I ever have a family...
Mom says that I've always been their little blessing, even if I did almost kill us both on the way out. I guess she has to tell herself that just to stay positive. Growing up I always resented myself for what happened, even though I know it wasn't my fault. I hated being an only child, and still do. I always dreamed of having a bigger family, now I just hope I'm able to attract a woman at all, much less a family. "Hey I'm Tanner, I've worked in admissions for the past 7 years. Aren't I such a catch?"
Yeah, that's going to work. Dad says as long as I show up to work every day and do my best, that's all anyone will ask of me, and I'll be fine. I guess that's true, neither him nor mom have ever been fired before. But it never fails, as soon as the Capitol imposes restrictions, they're always the first to go. At least I do have one thing going for me that makes me invaluable. I'm tall enough to reach the top shelf. The nurses all call me "stretch". I know I'm a little tall, but they act like someone being six foot two is just unheard of. To be fair, most of them are five foot nothing, so I guess I do seem like a giant to them. I don't mind being stretch. There is one lady in admissions that keeps calling me "Squish" in front of everyone. I finally asked her where in the world she came up with that, she said it's because of my Squishy cherub cheeks. I guess she means I look young, and I'm told to take that as a compliment, but she really gets on my nerves when she does that.
I think she's just trying to get me to be more social, which I understand. I really don't talk much, I prefer to keep to myself unless someone comes up to me. I guess that's another perk of being an only child, social awkwardness. I thought getting my own place would help me mature and become more normal, but I think it's actually having the opposite effect. Hell half the time I don't even change out of my scrubs anymore. Not that my normal jeans and tee shirt was anything special, but it was better than these baby blues all the time. They tried to give me pink scrubs once, but I just really don't think I'd be able to pull that one off.
On the other hand, I do enjoy the new found freedom that living alone brings. I was always nurtured growing up. I'd almost say sheltered even. My parents really didn't push me too hard to be something they weren't, they just wanted me to be my best. I wish I could have been better. I mean I stayed away from the bad things in life, but it just seemed like I was never any good at anything they put me in. I was never good in school, never any good in sports, even in my video games I am terrible. I was always decent enough with the regular school work, but I just couldn't ever do well on my tests. I played a great game until the fourth quarter, then it was always like someone put a lid on the basket. I've pretty much accepted that I will never be able to handle the clutch situations.
Ultimately, I really just hope that I'm able to hang in there, and at least make myself useful to someone for something more than being able to reach the top shelf.
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