Here I lie
Sep. 3rd, 2008 09:31 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
tinhuvielartanisWith Smidgen on my chest, vibrating with love, and the laptop on my stomach, processing my words with precision and mechanical glee.
I'm tired, having worked 5.5 hours at the bakery tonight. I wrote on 3 cakes, one of which was a true challenge. This Asian man who could barely speak English wanted me to write Happy Birthday My Darling on a two layer coconut cake. Ingles' coconut cakes have big blobs of whipped icing on top of them, along with a cherry right in the middle. They aren't very conducive to writing with icing, but I did my best because the guy seemed so sweet and tried so hard to communicate with me. When he came back, I gave him the cake and he seemed really pleased with it. I explained to him about the topological landscape of horror the cake posed for my mad icing-writing skillz yo and that I had to remove the cherry in order to write birthday. He was fine with it. I did offer to give him a cherry to replace on the cake later and he asked if maybe he could have four. I gave him eight. He asked what the price would be and I told him they were free, that they came with the cake. He beamed and grabbed my hand and shook it, thanking me profusely. As he walked away, he told me to have a very good day and I told him to do the same and to enjoy the cake. I think I'm losing my mad Sith skillz yo, which irks me. I should have told him that he was lucky to get a cherry at all for all the grief having to write on that cake brought me. But I felt good about what I did and how he reacted, so I'm not gonna mull over it too much. I can spread chaos and unrest at some other time. Today I did someone who looked like he needed one a favour.
I'm starting to like the bakery job better than the Dollar General job. I get to work by myself most of the time and I don't have to deal with too many people. And the people I do deal with are usually nicer to me and all-round more civil than the folks I encounter at the DG. Just sayin'. Speaking of the Dollar General, I should be getting my insurance card in the mail soon. Once I have that in my hot paw, I'm getting me some medical attention, yes I am. And some dental attention. Oh, and some visual attention too. My glasses don't seem to be working as well as they used to. So, it's off to Dollar General to work tomorrow morning. I'm happy with anyone who gives me medical coverage. I work there from 9 to 3:30.
After work, Aunt Tudi and I have some errands to run. Then I get to come home and mow grass. Whoop-tee-doo! ::she says, doing her best Adam Sandler impression::
I'm tired, having worked 5.5 hours at the bakery tonight. I wrote on 3 cakes, one of which was a true challenge. This Asian man who could barely speak English wanted me to write Happy Birthday My Darling on a two layer coconut cake. Ingles' coconut cakes have big blobs of whipped icing on top of them, along with a cherry right in the middle. They aren't very conducive to writing with icing, but I did my best because the guy seemed so sweet and tried so hard to communicate with me. When he came back, I gave him the cake and he seemed really pleased with it. I explained to him about the topological landscape of horror the cake posed for my mad icing-writing skillz yo and that I had to remove the cherry in order to write birthday. He was fine with it. I did offer to give him a cherry to replace on the cake later and he asked if maybe he could have four. I gave him eight. He asked what the price would be and I told him they were free, that they came with the cake. He beamed and grabbed my hand and shook it, thanking me profusely. As he walked away, he told me to have a very good day and I told him to do the same and to enjoy the cake. I think I'm losing my mad Sith skillz yo, which irks me. I should have told him that he was lucky to get a cherry at all for all the grief having to write on that cake brought me. But I felt good about what I did and how he reacted, so I'm not gonna mull over it too much. I can spread chaos and unrest at some other time. Today I did someone who looked like he needed one a favour.
I'm starting to like the bakery job better than the Dollar General job. I get to work by myself most of the time and I don't have to deal with too many people. And the people I do deal with are usually nicer to me and all-round more civil than the folks I encounter at the DG. Just sayin'. Speaking of the Dollar General, I should be getting my insurance card in the mail soon. Once I have that in my hot paw, I'm getting me some medical attention, yes I am. And some dental attention. Oh, and some visual attention too. My glasses don't seem to be working as well as they used to. So, it's off to Dollar General to work tomorrow morning. I'm happy with anyone who gives me medical coverage. I work there from 9 to 3:30.
After work, Aunt Tudi and I have some errands to run. Then I get to come home and mow grass. Whoop-tee-doo! ::she says, doing her best Adam Sandler impression::
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