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February 16, 2009
Happy Belated Valentine's Day. I hope yours was spectacular and lovely. I just finished off the last of the gummy cinnamon hearts that I love so much and decided it was time to wade through this stack of papers on my desk (!@#$%!! IRS) and clear a space for my Lemon Drop. Yesterday I listened to all of my friends speak of heart-shaped pancakes and beautifuly frosted cookies and eggs poached in heart-shaped cups. One friend went so far as to iron her sheets and carefully place rose petals all over them. That is when I had to speak up; "You ironed your sheets?" "Oh that was not special. I do it all the time. Don't you?" I darted my eyes from side to side and from friend to friend to see if I was the only one thinking, "Holy crap, who has time to iron the sheets..." They all had that look, Thank God. "Um. Yeah, that would be a no. No I do not iron the sheets. I take them right out of the dryer and put them on the bed while they are still warm. Ok, that is not totally true. Sometimes I forget they are in the dryer and by the time I get home at night I am too tired to put them on the bed so I roll up in the Goose-Down comforter like a sausage and hope The Husband will be too tired to notice." "Please tell me you are joking." "Ok, I am joking. But not really. I can say this for certain even if I did have time to iron my sheets I would not." "Well did you do something special for Valentine's, at least?" "Well, I served others so I could make them feel special. But if it makes you feel better, The Husband brought home Mexican take-out the night before and I got a nasty case of food poisoning." "No." "Yes. It was awful. It was pretty sexy in kind of a 'Ohhh baby I love the way you profusely sweat and moan while you run to the bathroom' kind of way. The Husband was totally fine. But I was in a Tamale free-fall." Good times.
So - ok. Let's go for it. Let's dig in and make this thing work.
Posted by Foodwhore at February 16, 2009 09:35 PM 
Welcome back! You were truly missed! Posted by: MAC Dodge at February 17, 2009 12:08 AM Man, who on earth can give up a job in this economy? I don't care how tiring it is, sleeping in a cardboard box can't be all that refreshing either. Posted by: Elizabeth at February 17, 2009 01:32 AM Do these people not watch Kitchen Nightmares or Hell's Kitchen, or whatever? What on earth do they think you are supposed to feel like after spending all shift on your feet running? Posted by: Rebecca at February 17, 2009 04:46 AM dang. that's why it's called "WORK." Posted by: Tonja at February 17, 2009 07:12 AM Aaaack! People still iron sheets? What's next? You're going to tell me that they MAKE their beds too? Posted by: Procrastamom at February 17, 2009 10:54 AM I've had those employees before. I want to shoot them, especially after I've bent over backwards to train them how to cook the dish exactly so. Posted by: Laurie at February 17, 2009 11:05 AM Yeah, everyone thinks being a chef is great until they actually find out that it's the hardest work on the planet. Not to mention the fact that it's 6 days a week, every night, every weekend and EVERY holiday. Posted by: Helen at February 17, 2009 03:42 PM Yeah. They call it WORK because all the other 4-letter words were taken. Who in their wildest dreams thinks that restaurant work is a walk in the park? Sheesh... Posted by: Kimmen at February 17, 2009 04:36 PM I don't know what's worse, the employee who quits after the first shift, or the one who waits two weeks to quit. God bless the one who stayed for seven years! Posted by: Old Geezer at February 17, 2009 05:23 PM There's something about begging for a job and then giving up when reality hits that really says something. Especially when the world economy is about to tank. And resigning by phone? That says it all. Posted by: kitchen hand at February 17, 2009 06:00 PM I have to be honest I take my sheets to the cleaners to get them lightly starched. My 89 year old grandmother still irons hers its crazy I know... Posted by: Jennifer in Austin at February 18, 2009 07:22 PM A woman suggested to my wife (when she was my fiancee) that she iron my underwear. We both thought that she was joking. She wasn't. Needless to say, it never happened - and that was more than 20 years ago now. Posted by: StevenHB at February 19, 2009 06:35 PM I iron my sheets before putting on the bed - it's sick, I know. Kind of weird as I'm not exactly very domestic as my much neglected vacuum with confirm. I do it because I like them that way. The boyfriend thinks I'm nuts ... as do my mother ...... and the few friends I have admitted this to. It's okay, they can think I'm nuts. It's better than sleeping on wrinkled sheets. Posted by: Alex in DC at February 20, 2009 10:39 AM I have had this happen before: the person applies for a job, interviews well, follows up, and then realizes that I actually make them work. One girl was so "tired" on her shift, she tried to drink a coffee with one hand while simultaneously pushing a non-pushable-broom in the other hand. Instead of beating her with said broom, I sent her home, and never called her again. And no, i don't iron sheets! Posted by: JoAnna at February 20, 2009 11:49 PM Iron sheets? My wife barely manages our regular ironing and my dress shirts go to the cleaners. This isn't sexism, she does the laundry and I do dishes and floors. Posted by: ntsc at February 21, 2009 05:06 AM  |