Sunday, March 24, 2013
Lessons from the Lunchlady: sometimes you need to just drop the carrots
This week was filled with silly questions, a lot of AYFKM moments and some laughter.
Here's what we learned
Sometimes you just have to drop the carrots. After a freezer issue last week, my 30lb box if carrots turned into a really big carrot filled ice cube. Turns out if you drop the case on the floor, all becomes well again.
Can you give our teacher a message. While walking up to the teachers lounge I ran into two little kindergartners. They said, "Miss Wenny, If you see our teacher, can you tell her we are going home. I've got a bell-we ache and H has gotta bell-we ache and a headache." Um... "Are you driving yourself," I asked. They chuckled. "No. We's waiting for our wides at the nurse."
The wheels on the cart go round and round. How do you lose three wheels off of the same cart? I mean seriously? How do you do that? I don't know but I managed to do it.
Big Daddy Pizza. Dear Big Daddy, can't we just call you pizza? I mean even elementary kids think that name is ridiculous.
My coworkers got my back. I blogged earlier in the week about my terrible, good for nothing, really bad day and even when I had to abruptly leave my coworkers took care of everything. Even breakfast for the following day.
What did you learn this week?
Here's what we learned
Sometimes you just have to drop the carrots. After a freezer issue last week, my 30lb box if carrots turned into a really big carrot filled ice cube. Turns out if you drop the case on the floor, all becomes well again.
Can you give our teacher a message. While walking up to the teachers lounge I ran into two little kindergartners. They said, "Miss Wenny, If you see our teacher, can you tell her we are going home. I've got a bell-we ache and H has gotta bell-we ache and a headache." Um... "Are you driving yourself," I asked. They chuckled. "No. We's waiting for our wides at the nurse."
The wheels on the cart go round and round. How do you lose three wheels off of the same cart? I mean seriously? How do you do that? I don't know but I managed to do it.
Big Daddy Pizza. Dear Big Daddy, can't we just call you pizza? I mean even elementary kids think that name is ridiculous.
My coworkers got my back. I blogged earlier in the week about my terrible, good for nothing, really bad day and even when I had to abruptly leave my coworkers took care of everything. Even breakfast for the following day.
What did you learn this week?
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5 random thoughts:
I had an awful dream last night that set my entire day on the wrong path. Maybe I should have just dropped the carrots!
My husband would be happy if I dropped the carrots...from the menu....'cause he hates carrots! :)
Dropping the peas works for me. Sometimes they just get stuck in strange shapes and I drop them.
I learned "Once a whack job, always a whack job." Having a bit of a problem with someone and she is only getting worse as time goes by.
I don't know how you manage to make your job look like fun to me, but I kind of want to be a lunch lady now.
Big Daddy Pizza sounds vaguely wrong somehow.