Hello, All! I first want to present to you the link to my old Live journal, Reception Perception, where I used to document all the awful things that would happen to me at work. Feel free to thumb through my posts, though I will directly link anything that is significant to blogs that I write here. For instance, here is the drama that was going down at this time last year! At this time this year, nothing too dramatic has gone down. I asked for some bereavement time to go with my husband to his grandfather’s funeral and a half of a sick day before to order my glasses. As always, my manager lists EVERYBODY ELSE’S problems, trying to show me why my asking is so inconvenient. I don’t expect my manager, who I code name as Dr. Jekyll in my LJ for what I call her “Jekyll and Hyde Managerial Approach,” to ever like me or give half a crap about my well being, but I do grow tired of the simple fact that every other girl in customer service is exponentially more important than me. Here is an example of the kind of dialog I deal with:
Me: Dr Jekyll, I need today off because a shark bit-off my arm.
Jekyll: Well, that’s going to be a problem. You see, Gal Pal already called-in. Lazy Worker is getting her nails done. Drama Queen and Best Buddy have lunch in an hour, and Some Other Chick Who is More Important than you already had to leave because she has cramps. Could you leave at 3:30?
Me: I mean, I guess so. I don’t want to cause any trouble, but I’m losing a lot of blood.
Jekyll: I only have two people on the phone, and we’re short staffed already. Actually…let me see how busy the phones have been. I suppose we’ll just have to do the best we can without you. I hate to deny you, but The Second Lady Who Covers For You is on bed rest for a week, and So and So can’t be on the phones alone during everybody’s lunches. (annoyed sigh) I guess I could hop on the phones, if they get too busy. If only Baby Boo didn’t have to take bereavement time this week.
Me: Does that mean I can leave? If not, I need to put my dismembered arm on ice.
Anyways, onto something better than me whining, since I didn’t start writing fridge poems until November (And I don’t want to show my Thanksgiving posts until closer to the holiday), I’ve decided to go out-of-order and showcase this poem that celebrates Friday the 13th from last August.
Terza Rima (Climbing Rhyme) – A poem with three lines per stanza. The first and third lines rhyme, and the second line of the stanza rhymes with the first and third of the next.
The Freaky Friday Fridge
Friday the thirteenth can be sly,
sneak upon you, trick and fool you,
until Saturday draws nigh,
And when the week begins anew,
don’t blame your lost lunch on bad luck,
when from the fridge you stayed eschew.
Though black cats hiss and run amuck,
and salt is spilled, though just a smidge,
and mirrors shatter to bits when struck,
Despite ladders lined-up like a bridge,
and cracks on the ground stepped-on, unseen,
I’ll clean that funky, freaky fridge!
I’ll toss green beans and Lean Cuisine,
and soup this Friday the thirteenth.
I strike tonight at five fifteen!