9/4/07

голоса

not mine, goddamn it
why, you ask?
because after yelling at the top of my voice
for three and a half hours in the dishroom
i am sans voice
i should be fine by tomorrow
if not, i'll get over it eventually
nothing could be as bad as the TWO MONTHS i fucking had laryngitis
god that sucked
[by the way, 'голоса' means voices
just in case youdont speak russian/can't infer meanings]

you know, this may be a ridiculous notion
maybe even a laughable
but i am of the opinion
and stop me if this is impractical
of people not leaving important shit on their trays
school ids, keys, wallets, shit like that
you'd think it was a given
is it?
no
which leads me to...

TODAY'S POTATOE:
so, i was working in the dish room, yeah yeah
tray comes down with a key on it
a master key, belonging to our head chef
caught it, and gave it to the snyder 'host' [person at the check-in]
bout 20 minutes later
a tray comes down with some guy's id on it
caught it, gave it to the snyder 'host'
the best one though, and today's potatoe
was the girl who left:
her ID, KEYS, and WALLET on the tray
she wouldve been completely fucked
if us dishroom people werent in possession of cat-like reflexes

thinking back to this past weeked
i can positively say i did four things
ate, slept, worked, and bathed
man, i'm a lazy bastard

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