Break Room on a Cloud

Not too much has happened since Admin Assistant Appreciation Day. I wrote a bunch of reviews about bareMinerals for my intership at PRIMP, and goodness that brand is confusing! It gave me a headache. I had two blogs published at work this week: One about the Royal Wedding Pizza I mentioned last week and another about that annoying time between seasons when you are too pale for one foundation shade and to dark for the other.

Today I wore my RuPaul’s Drag Race shirt that I got at Blake’s on Monday. Only I would wear this to an office because I’m that cool.Everybody LOVED it and was most assuredly jealous of my boogie. I love the weird reactions at the office when I’m flamboyantly myself. I have never been in a setting where I don’t quite fit in, but people seem to enjoy me nonetheless. I’ve kind-of hit an “I don’t care” wall at work because I’m losing those coffee breaks (among other things), so I’m job hunting and not bothering filtering my personality around here. It’s too much work to contain my fierce-ness!

I enjoyed my last afternoon walk today, but it was bittersweet. I felt like it was office death row, and I may write a poem about it. I saw a preview of all the new flowers that will be planted for summer, and I’m sad I won’t get to exercise and watch them thrive. I will also miss the butterflies. Le sigh.

I didn’t do anything with the fridge song until today. I decided to do Castle on a Cloud on a whim. I don’t know why. It just sort-of happened this morning after I ordered office supplies. I also illustrated it myself about ten minutes ago with some crayons. Enjoy.

Break Room on a Cloud
To the tune Castle on a Cloud from Les Miserables

There is break room on a cloud.
I like to go there Friday night.
Aren’t any fodder frostbite frights,
Not in my break room on a cloud.

There is a fridge that’s full of joy,
Not packed with bok choy and cheese curls,
No shelf is filled. There’s no chow crowd,
Not in my break room on a cloud.

A fridge is painted all in white,
Dances with me across the sky,
Free of cuisine and cold to the touch.
It says “Prentice…I love you very much.”

I know a place where corn’s not lost,
beans, bacon, grapes nor apple pies.
Forsaking snacks is not allowed,
Not in my break room on a cloud.

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About purrrentice

Fantastic Voiceover? How About PRENTASTIC VOICEOVER?!?! I'm Prentice Osborne, a full-time, freelance voiceover talent out of Atlanta. My specialty is Millennial, teen and everything in between, and I work in multiple genres of VO, from e-learning to games to cartoons to radio and TV ads. I love the entire VO process, from pen to paper, mouth to mic, cursor to waveform. It's totally Prentabulous! Need some voice work? Bring it on, World! Freelance Prentice is here to blow your mind with laughs, creative magic, mad skills, and a little bit of razzle dazzle!
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3 Responses to Break Room on a Cloud

  1. Joie says:

    Oh that’s splendid! And I love the illustration too. ❤

    Also, I don't believe your "I don't care" wall was what you told ME it was called, but perhaps you were constraining your language for prosperity here.

    And that's right– give 'em a full blast of Prentice! I bet you'll surprise every last one of them!

  2. Pingback: Les Miser-admins! Happy Admin Assistant Appreciation Day! | Freelance Prentice

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