It's Friday.
Business is slow - nobody starts shopping for flooring this close to Christmas. In fact, we don't have a lot of foot traffic. Sure, we still have people coming in to buy decorations, but even that number has dropped. One customer asked me when we would be marking down our live Christmas trees - I told maybe an hour before we close on Christmas Eve. He did not like that answer. The truth is that trees are a POS item, if we sell them we make money, however since they're not really in our inventory, we don't take a hit on those that don't sell. Those that are left over get sent to a goat farm because evidently goats will eat anything.
I have my annual physical at 8 this AM. I'm sure my sugar is going to be high. Every time I turn around at work someone is handing me a cookie, or a piece of candy. Yesterday in the lunch room there was a giant punch bowl filled with Hershey Kisses. The District Team will bring in boodles of candy canes. Department Supervisors thank their associates with treats, usually cookies and candies. Sometimes you will get an actual gift, or more often, a gift card to go buy Fast Food.
Yesterday was also Winter Solstice... that means days are going to start to get longer. Yippee. I don't mind the cold temperatures of winter, but I do dislike it when we only get 9 hours of sunlight. I'm a sunshine kind of guy. Short days make me lazy.
Time to head off for my annual physical.
Well, I'm back... and healthy as hell. I did learn a couple of things from my Dr. Evidently I had 2 (deux... swei... dos) hernias rather than just one. This makes sense because when I used to do crunches I could feel (and hear) things moving up and down that were not in my groin (that's right, the 2nd was higher up). This also explains why it felt as though they'd sewn a large sweat sock into my abdomen. They also cut out something called a lipoma (fatty tissue) that was 7 cm long. Interesting, huh? That, and the fact that days are going to start getting longer makes me feel ducky dandy!
When you hit middle age you really only have two choices: you can get fat and lazy until you roll over and die, or you can can get off your ass and do something, like maybe ride a bike.
Bluntness
I've also been told I have little tact, so if this offends you simply ride on.
Showing posts with label Christmas cookies. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Christmas cookies. Show all posts
Friday, December 22, 2017
Sunday, December 14, 2014
The bad taste of Christmas cookies
This is the time of year when a lot of people, who wouldn't normally bring food into work, bring in Christmas cookies. Some bake the goodies themselves. Others have their wives do it. Yesterday afternoon one of my associates came back from break and said "Barry brought Christmas cookies in and there's something wrong with them." She said they tasted the Natural Gas smells. This I couldn't believe. Nobody bakes that bad and takes it to work. So, curious as to what these cookies actually tasted like, I went to the break room for a sample. Bad idea.
I had just picked up one of the cookies and... Barry walks in. "Oh, my wife baked those," he said smiling. "They look good," I said, and took a bite. My associate was horribly wrong. They didn't taste like Natural Gas at all. The thing in my mouth was worse then that. And because Barry was standing there, I couldn't spit it out. Believe me, I would have. And, horror upon horror, I still had half a cookie left in my hand.
I had just picked up one of the cookies and... Barry walks in. "Oh, my wife baked those," he said smiling. "They look good," I said, and took a bite. My associate was horribly wrong. They didn't taste like Natural Gas at all. The thing in my mouth was worse then that. And because Barry was standing there, I couldn't spit it out. Believe me, I would have. And, horror upon horror, I still had half a cookie left in my hand.
"Good," I muttered as I shoved the rest of the cookie into my mouth and swallowed. "Yeah," he said, picking one up and eating it. He seemed to have no problem with the taste. I was actually feeling a bit nauseous. In fact, I'm still feeling a bit queasy. Just what did they taste like? This is disgusting so you may want to stop reading. They actually tasted like there was a bit of vomit in them. I suspect one her ingredients had gone bad and she used it anyway. Or, as my associate suggested, maybe she was trying to poison us. What ever it was, it took hours for that taste to finally get out of my mouth. What's really weird is that he didn't seem to notice. Maybe that's what everything she cooks tastes like. Wouldn't that be hell?
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