This is a note a few of us "night shifters" wrote to a "day shifter"in response to a note he left for us. (confused yet?) Some names have been changed to protect the innocent! For those of you who work at Starbucks..you will understand. Here's a big SHOUT OUT to Akeelah and the Bee, may she rest in peace.
Joe~
Next time you write us another appoggiatura,
think about this. There is no need for lyceum.
We on the night shift are full of pulchritude......
you know what I'm talking about.
Kira is brunneous,
Amber is reminding of a great pastiche,
and Miriam, well don't get me started
on her prestidigitation.
One word: Argillaceous.
We are all as ambidextrous as a pterodactyl.
Don't hate...Appreciate.
Where is the Love, Joe?
We have a good Euonym for you......Meanie!
Be nice, Byyyyyeeeee
( thanks to the author of this note...you rock.)
Friday, May 19, 2006
Monday, May 08, 2006
Ode to the "O" ring.....
So, Some of you might know, and for those of you who don't, an "O" ring is a very needful item in the great scheme of whipped cream making. My new friend from work, hey darlin', found out the hard (hilarious) way, the truth behind the mysterious "O" ring.
My poor darlin', came to me the other night and said, " I can't seem to get the whip-it to discharge correctly." Me, with all my prior bullshit knowledge, was sure it was operator error. Oh how wrong I was!
I said to her "Hold on to the bottle while I turn it upside down so you can feel the CO2 go though the container when I discharge it. So she bravely held on, blind faith in my problem solving capabilities. I discharged the CO2 and waited for the feeling of the bottle being charged with air. Only it didn't work quite like that.
Instead of filling the bottle, it filled the air and covered my trusting comrade with whipped cream. I screamed and then dissolved into hysterical giggles, all the while pointing the spouting bottle at my dear friend, still trustingly clutching tightly to it. There was whipped cream all over her, the floor, the walls, and more on her. I bravely traipsed to the bathroom to wipe the 2 drops off of my apron while she stood there, in shock, looking very much like a frappuchino topper. LOL!
Ok so, the moral to the story is this, always check the inside of the WC container to insure the "O" ring is in it before you add the CO2. Sorry honey.....:) Love ya
My poor darlin', came to me the other night and said, " I can't seem to get the whip-it to discharge correctly." Me, with all my prior bullshit knowledge, was sure it was operator error. Oh how wrong I was!
I said to her "Hold on to the bottle while I turn it upside down so you can feel the CO2 go though the container when I discharge it. So she bravely held on, blind faith in my problem solving capabilities. I discharged the CO2 and waited for the feeling of the bottle being charged with air. Only it didn't work quite like that.
Instead of filling the bottle, it filled the air and covered my trusting comrade with whipped cream. I screamed and then dissolved into hysterical giggles, all the while pointing the spouting bottle at my dear friend, still trustingly clutching tightly to it. There was whipped cream all over her, the floor, the walls, and more on her. I bravely traipsed to the bathroom to wipe the 2 drops off of my apron while she stood there, in shock, looking very much like a frappuchino topper. LOL!
Ok so, the moral to the story is this, always check the inside of the WC container to insure the "O" ring is in it before you add the CO2. Sorry honey.....:) Love ya
Thursday, May 04, 2006
She remembers
So, I wrote this during my latest foray into Creative Writing.
Enjoy....
She remembers…..
He sleeps…unaware, blissful
His mother guarding, ever watchful.
The even cadence of his breath,
Touching the core of her being.
She remembers……
The perception of freedom before this child,
Peaceful, quiet oblivion.
Colorless searching for her life’s fulfillment.
Always wanting, needing something else.
She remembers……
The day, the knowledge, coming change
Suddenly protective, cautious….aware
Nauseous and terrified by turns.
She remembers…….
The rhythmic beating inside,
Keeping time with some unheard piper.
Beating its tunes on the top of her bladder.
She remembers…….
Time……to go, to push, to scream, to cry.
Sweet agony, the foreshadowing of ecstasy
Alone in her pain…then stillness
The cry.
Tears of joy, release and redemption
She remembers…….
Sleepless nights engulfed in hazes of exhaustion.
Forgotten, in a moment of peaceful embrace.
A look, a bond, total contentment.
She remembers…….
He sleeps…..
Innocent dreams behind lidded blue eyes.
The slumber of one loved and protected.
Unaware that she watches…..softly smiling.
And remembers……..
Enjoy....
She remembers…..
He sleeps…unaware, blissful
His mother guarding, ever watchful.
The even cadence of his breath,
Touching the core of her being.
She remembers……
The perception of freedom before this child,
Peaceful, quiet oblivion.
Colorless searching for her life’s fulfillment.
Always wanting, needing something else.
She remembers……
The day, the knowledge, coming change
Suddenly protective, cautious….aware
Nauseous and terrified by turns.
She remembers…….
The rhythmic beating inside,
Keeping time with some unheard piper.
Beating its tunes on the top of her bladder.
She remembers…….
Time……to go, to push, to scream, to cry.
Sweet agony, the foreshadowing of ecstasy
Alone in her pain…then stillness
The cry.
Tears of joy, release and redemption
She remembers…….
Sleepless nights engulfed in hazes of exhaustion.
Forgotten, in a moment of peaceful embrace.
A look, a bond, total contentment.
She remembers…….
He sleeps…..
Innocent dreams behind lidded blue eyes.
The slumber of one loved and protected.
Unaware that she watches…..softly smiling.
And remembers……..
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