Berck’s dad arrived last night. We had Berck’s pot roast and my bread and pie. I tried a new recipe that turned out really well. Berck complains whenever I make a dessert that isn’t chocolate, and he loves meringue, so I found a chocolate meringue pie recipe. It’s a keeper. Berck and his dad left…
At morning break today… Greg, whose first language is Spanish, was browsing one of the food vending machines in the breakroom. It’s a pretty big machine, almost half automat, with buttons that let you spin the whole interior rack around to view the paltry samples of out-of-date $3 sandwiches, little cartons of milk, or cans…
Berck is in Delaware for the next two nights. It’s cold in the apartment without him. I turned on the heat for the first time. It’s supposed to get in the 20’s tonight. It was that cold when I took Berck to the airport on the way to work this morning. We worked till 5….
I had to work today, which stinks, it being Sunday and all. But they have us work Sunday so we don’t have to work on Friday. We get Thursday off, of course. So everyone, pullers and in-checkers, pulled for all the stores that usually go out on Mondays. The warehouse office ladies (a limbic position–not…
There’s a sign on the washroom door at work that says, “EMPLOYEES MUST WASH HANDS BEFORE RETURNING TO WORK,” the sort of placard restaurants are required to put up. I’m not sure why we have to wash our hands. I mean, sure, it’s a good idea and all. But we don’t deal with food, and…