Cheeto-san and birth control

So...I have been accused of many things, namely, not thinking things through( from my district manager at work) and speaking before I think.....from countless others. Here are a few examples of times this has occured. Hmmmm....well the other night at the bar I frequent I told the bar owner(who also plays on a soft ball team) when him and said softball team arrived at the bar that I wouldn't mind if all of them slid into home plate(personal) I then proceeded to tell him the next time I was there that I know I was innapropriate the last time I was here and I just wanted you to know that I meant every word. This was after I drunkenly interviewed some random drunk lady in an informal interview about applying at my store( mixing proffesionalism with personal) I told my old district manager who is constantly on my new district managers ass for not following procedure that we were allowed to show our tattoes. Well, that is how I came off I guess(personal) I am only going back a few weeks, but I am sure we can all see a pattern here. Well, this is something that countless times in my life I have said, I am going to "work" on. Not thinking things through should have been my middle name. Not Ann. One instance that stands out in my mind is high school .Sophmore year. I was sitting in my biology class. I needed to be there for roll call, as I had already reached my ditching limit and parents had been called. But, Farra does not think things through decided to instead, go to class. Say she is sick has to go to the bathroom. My nurse options had already been used up as well. Leave stuff so as to appear as if she is really just going to the bathroom. Walk down ramp. Stop at open door outside. Proceed to call out to the black girl Lacreesha........pssssssssssssssssssssssstttttttttttttt throw me my back pack. Runs. Jumps fence behind school. Fucks boyfriend in field. Yeah. That is thinking things through. A much more recent instance is when I went to the Urgent Care clinic for my bronchitis. Only after stubbornly refusing that I didn't need a doctor, and I was there fore unable to make an appointment. So, while at the clinic, while the doc is looking in my throat, I asked him if he would possibly while I was there to make me a prescription for some birth control and cheeto-san(the stop smoking pill) Really, this is how quickly I speak before thinking. There were obviously no stirrups on the table, and cheeto-san does not exist to a medical professional. I thinks it's called Chantax, or whatever. Well....I will probably never change. This is part of my charm. For all of you that don't like it. Whatever.