July 3rd, 2008
It was extra busy today at the Berry Farm getting ready for July 4th. Here are some good and bad things about today.
Good: I was working with Lucie today, who is so nice. Come to find out today that she is, as she says, "feminist whoa." Ironically, she was working alongside the girl who dreams of marrying a rich, abusive man for whom she can bake cookies all day long. And even though we were completely different, we still got along fine - now why can't politics be more like that? She thought it was hilarious that I wanted to be a 1950's housewife.
Bad: My boss was very stressed and grumpy. His speech was mostly a string of the word "friggin" and whatever plant or food he was in a tiff over at the moment.
Good: Today, a man came in and asked if Lucie or I did any of the baking (we have the most fabulous baked goods at the BF). And he said that if he did, we wouldn't be single long. This gave me a brilliant idea as to how to pursue my dreams (see first paragraphs). I'll have to get those recipes from Mary and Cathy. Lucie suggested a Berry Far cookie night.
Bad: I had to sort through a bag of rotten basil. There is nothing more unpleasant than getting a handful of black basil mush. Except maybe having it under your nails days later.
Good: Apparently, I met a celebrity today. When she left, Lucie grabbed my arm and asked me if I knew who that was. I didn't. It was Mary Stuart Masterson, who must be one of Lucie's favorite actresses. I always wondered why I never met any famous people when I was working. I always thought that it was because I was always in the prep room cutting up broccoli or going through an endless box of beans. But it's just that I don't recognize any of them. Though this one time, I thought I saw Johnny Depp, but it just ended up being some guy that really looked like him.
Bad: Some guy left his wallet. We went through it and tried to find a phone number, but were able to find just about everything but. It was a very eclectic wallet if I may say so. He had both Canadian and American money and even though his driver's license said that he was from Chatham, he had a Metro Card. Then I went home and tried to look up his number on the internet, feeling like some sort of stalker. He was pretty cute, but he has a wife and an adorable little adopted African baby. Drat. Anyway, if Aaron O. Lieberman is reading this, you left your wallet at the Berry Farm in Chatham.
Good: I saved the carrot salad from disaster by asking Mary what was in it. She then realized that she had forgotten to add the nuts. It may not be a super hero sized save-the-day thing, but it's good enough for me.
Bad: Allie told me today that all money has itty-bitty little traces of cocaine on it, especially bigger bills. I didn't really think about it until a guy paid with a $100 bill. Then I was kind of paranoid. I would have used the hand sanitizer, but she freaked me out telling me that it would make bacteria immune and create a monstrous supervirus. On an almost unrelated matter, Lucie and I came up with an ingenious plan to sell spilled parmesan cheese in little baggies as drugs.
I'm not set to work tomorrow, but I might drop in and do some strawberry you-pick and bring them to Charlotte's mom as a thank-you for bringing me to a play tomorrow. I've never actually picked strawberries, so it should be fun. ;D
Good: I was working with Lucie today, who is so nice. Come to find out today that she is, as she says, "feminist whoa." Ironically, she was working alongside the girl who dreams of marrying a rich, abusive man for whom she can bake cookies all day long. And even though we were completely different, we still got along fine - now why can't politics be more like that? She thought it was hilarious that I wanted to be a 1950's housewife.
Bad: My boss was very stressed and grumpy. His speech was mostly a string of the word "friggin" and whatever plant or food he was in a tiff over at the moment.
Good: Today, a man came in and asked if Lucie or I did any of the baking (we have the most fabulous baked goods at the BF). And he said that if he did, we wouldn't be single long. This gave me a brilliant idea as to how to pursue my dreams (see first paragraphs). I'll have to get those recipes from Mary and Cathy. Lucie suggested a Berry Far cookie night.
Bad: I had to sort through a bag of rotten basil. There is nothing more unpleasant than getting a handful of black basil mush. Except maybe having it under your nails days later.
Good: Apparently, I met a celebrity today. When she left, Lucie grabbed my arm and asked me if I knew who that was. I didn't. It was Mary Stuart Masterson, who must be one of Lucie's favorite actresses. I always wondered why I never met any famous people when I was working. I always thought that it was because I was always in the prep room cutting up broccoli or going through an endless box of beans. But it's just that I don't recognize any of them. Though this one time, I thought I saw Johnny Depp, but it just ended up being some guy that really looked like him.
Bad: Some guy left his wallet. We went through it and tried to find a phone number, but were able to find just about everything but. It was a very eclectic wallet if I may say so. He had both Canadian and American money and even though his driver's license said that he was from Chatham, he had a Metro Card. Then I went home and tried to look up his number on the internet, feeling like some sort of stalker. He was pretty cute, but he has a wife and an adorable little adopted African baby. Drat. Anyway, if Aaron O. Lieberman is reading this, you left your wallet at the Berry Farm in Chatham.
Good: I saved the carrot salad from disaster by asking Mary what was in it. She then realized that she had forgotten to add the nuts. It may not be a super hero sized save-the-day thing, but it's good enough for me.
Bad: Allie told me today that all money has itty-bitty little traces of cocaine on it, especially bigger bills. I didn't really think about it until a guy paid with a $100 bill. Then I was kind of paranoid. I would have used the hand sanitizer, but she freaked me out telling me that it would make bacteria immune and create a monstrous supervirus. On an almost unrelated matter, Lucie and I came up with an ingenious plan to sell spilled parmesan cheese in little baggies as drugs.
I'm not set to work tomorrow, but I might drop in and do some strawberry you-pick and bring them to Charlotte's mom as a thank-you for bringing me to a play tomorrow. I've never actually picked strawberries, so it should be fun. ;D
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