Today I worked at the pit of despair I'm forced to term "Woodwork" for the first time in almost a year. Luckily, it was only for the afternoon. On my way, I prayed for fire from heaven, a stroke, or at least a ravenous lion to prevent me from getting there. But alas! none came.
Here are a few interesting tidbits about the experience:
They took away the hand trucks and installed tracks. It's so much more efficient, and a heck of a lot easier. Though I do miss playing with the hand trucks. :)
There's a whole new batch of employees that I don't know. Lots of the old ones are still there, and just as creepy as ever.
Message to all male employees of College Woodwork: The fact that I lack male genitalia does not entitle you to stare at me all day. I'm sorry that you work in a boring and tedious environment, but when I am trying to work, I really don't need weird Asian men to be looking at me with lust in their eyes. It's disgusting. Stop it. Thanks. Much appreciated.
At least George is there to amuse me. He's always entertaining. ;)
Message to all stupid employees of College Woodwork: When the person tailing the tenor is backed up, do not feed faster. It's rude. Not to mention inefficient. So stop that too. Merci beaucoup.
I wrote a musical about my life as I was stacking wood into neat and stable piles. Well, part of it. It was improv, and it rhymed. I am AMAZING sometimes.
I wrote a haiku about Woodwork that you can read at one of my other blogs...Savage Haiku.
Let us all pause for a moment to thank God for cilia. Because without cilia, I would probably be a solid block of sawdust by now.
Let us also thank Him for providing leaves to Adam and Eve so that they could clothe themselves. Let us rejoice that the concept stuck.
I would personally like to thank God that I am in university, and won't have to work at Woodwork for the rest of my life. Let us pray for those who do.
Well, I believe that's all of the Woodwork things that I have to say for now. But be warned: much more is likely forthcoming...