Hello? Hello!!!!! (Frantically clears dust and cobwebs and inadvertently disturbs a spider nest and freaks out before opening a window to air out a long unused space). Ah, Blog! There you are! It’s been a while. I’m sorry for letting you collect dust for the past couple months!
It’s April again, which means…IT’S POETRY MONTH! What better way is there to jump start my blogging than with the literary jumper cables of Poetry Month to spark my writing battery? Too much metaphor? Don’t care. I do what I want!
Speaking of do what I want, I’m going to handle Poetry Month differently this year. As my old school readers or those who have searched “being a receptionist sucks” on Google know, this blog originated as a space for me to vent, lament, joke and share my experiences as a front desk warrior. I also showcased my weekly Fridge Poems. In case you didn’t already know about this, I had a crappy receptionist job, and one of my tasks was to clean the fridge every week. About a half hour before I did the deed, I had to send an office-wide memo reminding all office dwellers to retrieve their food or suffer the consequences. For a while, I wrote normal memos, but one day I cracked and let some of my personality drip into an email and then hit “SEND.” It went over so well that I wrote an original piece of poetry/parody/story/craziness each week and became office famous for it.
I look back at my receptionist days and cringe, and then I crack-up at the poems. Since it’s been so long since the days of Fridge Poetry, I’ve decided to turn Poetry Month into a long-ass Throwback Thursday. I will post my fridge poems in order and give brief recaps of the corresponding blog post. Pretty fun, huh?
The first documented Fridge Poem in Fridge Poem History was a Haiku I wrote. The CFO loved it, and that’s when I knew…writing silly poetry to raise fridge cleaning awareness…was my destiny!! So, here is the first ever Fridge Poem:
Uneaten, long forgotten
Tossed at five fifteen