This week the lunch room was filled with much laughter and a tiny lingering sadness as I truly began to realize just how much I will miss my boss.


I smell like noodles?  When I was at the office a second grader told me that they were "So hungry!"  Then they asked for a hug and told me that I smelled like noodles.  Um...Thanks???


Crack really does kill.  This is a public service announcement.  If you can feel a breeze on your upper ass cheeks when your sitting than you ass is hanging out.  Everyone can see it.  If your ass crack is large enough to conceal a kindergartener than you really need to pull up your pants.  PLEASE DEAR GOD...PULL UP YOUR PANTS.


I am a hazard to myself.  Just like P!NK says, I am clearly a hazard to myself.  This week, I fetched the silverware tray from the shute and was attempting to place it in the dishwasher to run it through but I didn't have it up high enough and successfully rammed it into the countertop and my chest.  Pretty sure I cracked a rib.  Today I was traying juice and when I went to grab one to twist it off the cardboard and onto the tray it sliced my thumb as nicely as if it were a metal can lid.  Stupid thing is still bleeding.

Gravy can be hot.  We poured some gravy into to 2 oz cups to serve with the mashed potatoe bowls.  That crazy gravy melted those cups.  Um...it realy wasn't THAT hot. 

Sometimes the path to enlightenment needs to be traveled in the dark.  Let's face it, we all like to hear things that please us.  We like to hear things that make us smile.  We tell our kids, if you don't have anything nice to say, then keep your mouth shut.  This week I learned it's okay to exaggerate, to okay to improvise and it most certainly is okay to go to plan B.

What did you learn?