The building office management peeps sent our business a box of Dunkin Donuts Munchkins as a treat yesterday, so after I picked a blueberry one from the box, I sent this mass e-mail to let my coworkers know:
♥Through the sentimental gift of breakfast,
our building management wants to say,
have a Dunkin Donuts donut hole,
and a fabulous Valentine’s Day!♥
Last year, I expressed my love for…umm…I guess my creativity and office sanity…definitely not my love of work or cleaning at work, the only way I know how. I wrote a sonnet from the fridge to the trash can. These star-crossed lovers only get to meet once a week, when I clean the fridge, and the fridge finally mustered the courage to express his fiery, undying love of the beautiful trash receptacle across the room. When I saw what Mr. Fridge wrote, I was moved to tears, so touched that I forwarded it to my coworkers. Joie was also inspired and sketched a quick pic to accompany the piece:
Break Room Love: A Sonnet from the Fridge to the Trash Can
Say I to you, my garbage pail so fair,
frigid and icy my innards may be,
my heart melts when thou comes and sits next to me,
whilst brushing my cheek with plastic bag hair.
When Friday draws nigh, I sing with a prayer,
for the receptionist soon shall bring thee,
by my side, as she readies to clean me.
Her coworkers’ mess feeds our love affair.
My soul, like the heat of a thousand stoves,
is an insatiable, passionate fire!
Our flirtations afar give me obscene,
dreams of our rendezvous at five fifteen.
I, The Fridge, love you with a thirst so dire,
no Friday cleaning shall slake my desire!
This is an example of one of my pieces that I was very proud of that none of my coworkers really seemed that impressed by. I put so much passion and work into this sonnet, but it’s usually the pop culture pieces and jokes, like the most famous Fridge Intruder Song, that get the praise and credit. Holy Crap! I’m poor, and I’m already a sellout. Lol.