Stay Golden Ponyboy,
Friends, I must say that there are days when I am serious. Weird, I know. Don't worry, I won't make too much of this blog serious because well..serious is STUPID!! However, I would like to start out on a small serious note. Life is beautiful, for real. Sometimes it takes a slump to really appreciate the beauty in life. Sometimes that slump is A LONG time, and you NEVER think you will ever be close to the same. I'll tell you that I was in one of those slumps...and it lasted close to a year. But now that I am almost fully removed from this slump, I have an appreciation for life that I could have never fathomed when I started college. I am not close to the same...but that's because I am so much more than I could have ever been without this slump. I don't want you to ever have to slide into a slump like mine, but I do hope that life rocks your world. Take in the little things...children with ice cream, gumballs, chit chats with your mom, and even stubbed toes (they're always funny in retrospect)..BARF!!! SERIOUS OVER!
Now for the real blogginess. Work always provides me with at least a moment of sheer joy. Today's moment of sheer joy happened about 2 hours into my 3 hour dish washing run. I was washing bread pans, Jordan was making chicken teryaki, and Kay (the manager) was sitting at the computer. We were each silently going about our business, which should have clued me in that something awesome was about to happen (awesome stuff always happens when you're minding your own business). The station Kay had set the XM on today was playing some pretty random stuff, from Dixie Chicks to Johnny Cash. So I'm washing out a tuna tub (O it's as fun as it sounds, I may or may not have tuna still in my hair), not really listening to the radio, but then I begin to listen to it for some reason. All of a sudden, I notice the song playing is something very unfamiliar and the lyrics are well...different. Please pardon this language...I'm not trying to offend anyone. The woman had the whiny, coffee shop voice that I usually love...but these lyrics...well here they are. "Maybe he's a faggot. Maybe he's a faggot. A FAAAAGGOOOTT! Maybe he's a Jew. Maybe he's a Jew. A JEWWW!" Mind you, there was a lobby full of Japanese Setex workers and an elderly woman. both of whom probably though a "faggot" was a type of insect. God Bless America. After Jordan and I shared a laugh, we told Kay she might want to change the station before a homosexual Hannukah celebrator came to get a sub.
I made a duct tape wallet today. Too bad I spent my last dollar on the duct tape (the Dollar Tree is God's gift to minimum wage workers. Where else can you get a Coke Zero, banana chips, and duct tape for $3.14?) So if anyone wants to toss a buck my way so I can see if the wallet actually works, I would probably spend it on gumballs instead...but I would carry it in my wallet until I got to the Dollar Tree.
I was working on becoming a diva today (WWE), and I was doing a dang good job. I ellipticalled like a small child running down the ice cream truck, then I worked on getting my 5 abs by doing planks, which caused me to sweat all over the floor in front of the mildy attractive older man who was doing squats. You know a 'but' is coming though..so I'm going to say HOWEVER, I am a sucker for food...mostly ice cream....I don't think divas are allowed to eat 2.5 ice cream cones a day (my sister doesn't ever finish hers).
Keep Letting It Be,
Em
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