Yes folks, it’s “intermittent metaphor and rampant praise” day. Enjoy it while it lasts; i’m due for a visit over to Amy’s any minute now…
by krisis
Archives for November 2000
Working at the Coffee Shop is like acting on a teevee show in six-hour increments. While i’m behind the counter all of the problems of school and friends slip away so that all that’s left is the idle banter between myself and my coworkers and customers. In fact, we refer to certain combination of people behind the counter as their own sort of show… Josh and I are the Josh and Pedro Show while Sara and I are some sort of manic comedy act unleashed upon the poor unsuspecting business world. While there, small flirtations i made while away from the shop turn into full-blown plot elements so much that they bare no relationship to my actually life and instead seem like some sort of soap-opera script. And all of the problems i encounter at the shop? They fade away by the time i step onto the magical trolley that transports me back into the rest of my life. And here i am.
Now my windows are closed and the heat is on, despite the fact that tonight is beautiful and still and perfectly Autumn. I also have ice on my head, either to keep myself cool or to prevent the huge lump emerging from the top of my head from that window that tried to shatter itself on me.
Each week is like a wave crashing upon and then receding from a sandy shore. Monday seems safe but by Tuesday night the whole thing is looming rather large and on Wednesday i’m lucky if i’m not totally bowled over. Thursday is not as difficult, but if i’m not careful i’m pulled down by the undertow, unable to take a breath. Finally, Friday is just a rapidly quieting echo of the powerful surge i’d encountered. Saturday and Sunday are like that weightless sensation you feel as your feet are sucked down into the wet sand by the vacuum of water escaping back to sea all around you. And then i wake up and it’s monday again and i can see another one coming..
I found a rather off-kilter search in my referrer logs and i wanted to share the story behind it with y’all.. You see, I am a cheese fries addict, and will order them at any food truck, diner, or restaurant where i can find them. However, i’ve only ever mentioned these delectable treats twice in my blogging history: on two pages seperated by at least a month. Despite this, i’m ranked in the top ten on this yahoo/google search. Also very odd is that at least three of the other links originate in Philadelphia, and that the person searched just for the words “cheese fries” … and i can’t imagine what they expected to find through those means. Anyhow, rather interesting, huh?