Shy

Shy...a word that was only used once in reference to me. I applied for a summer job many years ago, for the Ohio Historical Society. I wanted to be a guide in a restored Christian Indian village. I sailed through the interview, or so I thought, but found out a few days later that I didn't get the job. Shortly thereafter it came to my attention that the woman interviewing me thought I was too shy for the job.

She obviously didn't know how to judge people.

It all worked out for the best, because I was then offered a position in a gift shop and didn't have to wear the long, HOT costume all summer long.

People who know me, might notice that sometimes I don't say much (okay, so it's pretty rare that I don't say much) but trust me, it's not because I'm shy...I'm usually thinking at those times. I don't ALWAYS like to put my foot in my mouth and occasionally need to think about what I'm going to say or do, before I say it or do it.

Yeah, me...shy. Right.