Feeding frenzy

Work this time of year makes talking to non-grocery workers a little alienating. Most people are busy with looking forward to or dreading their upcoming holiday, but starting to ease off and get ready for a little work break. How was my weekend? It was great if one can call it a weekend when one works both days.

I’m not complaining. I like it busy. Plus I had my full-on yearly buyer stress on Friday of looking at the cooler, stacked floor to ceiling with cheeses of varying perishability and thinking, like I do every year, "I fucked up. We can’t sell all of this." Luckily by now I know I think that every year so I try not to pay attention to myself when I get that way.

And I love that the gawths have started encouraging dress up days around the stressful times of year and that anarqueso loans me her derby hat so I can look distinguished and grey. One co-worker took one look at me and asked , "Where is the lactose –free ultra violence milk?" * Another asked after my missing cod piece.

I had to thank a co-worker for dressing like my teenage punk rock girl fantasies come to life but I won’t go into details. Another co-worker said, "I’m gonna wear a tie more often. People keep giving me their phone numbers."

As for the cheese department well, did you guys see "Grizzly Man"? Here’s the last thing the vegan saw**




*What did they call milk in that movie?
**oh, just kidding. And I know dairryiere posted this already but I love it too much not to do it myself.

Found poem

no really. I found this in front of the grated parmesans. I thought it was a shopping list and threw it out when dairryiere exclaimed, "Wait, is that a poem?"

Memories light the corners of mind
of the kind
You were the sunshine in the rain
the pleasure healing in my pain
yeah

And like a distance star I see you your
light fade into the until memory
becomes pain. My love,
my world
is gone away.

I was seventeen when you answered
the call

Unfortunately it just ends there. I'm not sure it's finished. If you have an inspiration for an ending, feel free to supply it.

Also this paper smells really bad and I wish I hadn't touched it. Patchouli bad. (No offense to my friend who got tossed from Zeitgeist.)