Have you ever felt like there is something inside of you, something amazing that needs to come out? I have some wonderful inspiration or idea or tangible creation that, when finally found and unleashed, will blow everybody’s minds. The sad part about this is I can’t induce inspiration. Artists can use nature or moods or drugs or brainstorming processes to decide what to create, but true vision, a legitimate exorcism of the creative depths of our minds and souls, our best work, seems to be organic. It’s like trying to find a man. The right one always seems to pop out of nowhere the one day you throw-up your hands and say “Screw it. I’m not going to do my hair or makeup today.”
The silly fridge memos I write for the office are more like a school project than a true expression. I still like them though, and some of them actually inspire me. It’s a healthy exercise nonetheless. The original fridge poem was a result of boredom. For my first five months or so at this job, I did normal e-mails and tried to dilute my personality a little, because I had already received some odd feedback from coworkers. Apparently, I’m not your typical office gal. I started letting myself seep through the fridge memos, making little jokes and adding a little personality to them. Finally, on November 6th, 2009, I wrote this Haiku:
Uneaten, long forgotten
Tossed at five fifteen
I don’t remember what inspired me to do this, but our CFO liked it a lot. I probably did a haiku because they are easy to write, at least I think so. So, there you go, the birth of the fridge poem.
I recently applied to be a pet blogger. I hope I get a call back. I’m already a crazy cat lady, so I think this could be a great chance to live the dream, writing about kitties! I could do that forever and never get bored.
Also, look what I had to clean-up this lovely Monday morning, along with a load of office dishes:
Are you going to be posting your old fridge poems and stuff on here or just the newest ones?
I will post all the old ones, too! This means I have all kinds of stuff to write about!
I’m glad that you revisited your first Fridge Poem. It seems like only yesterday…
Only if days have lengthened to eons would it feel like yesterday. Lol. I think I’ll just go down the line until I run out of old poems…which could take quite a while.
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