" Father, Where Shall I Work Today?"

“Father, where shall I work today?”

And my love flowed warm and free.

Then he pointed out a tiny spot

And said, “Tend that for me.”

I answered quickly, “Oh no, not that!

Why, no one would ever see,

No matter how well my work was done.

Not that little place for me.”

And the word he spoke, it was not stern; …

“Art thou working for them or for me?

Nazareth was a little place,

And so was Galilee.”

by Meade MacGuire

I Love...

...my job!

The people I work with are so fun, and I doubt I'll ever have a better boss than I do now.

Here are some examples:

The other day, I was sitting at the table where we hand bind books.  We were talking about dreams and I said that no matter what time I wake up, I can never remember my dreams.  Then, one of the guys held out his hand for me to shake and said, "Then let me reintroduce myself.  My name's Justin."  Oh boy.

Then two days ago, I had left for class when I got a text from Shelby, a girl who I work with. Our text conversation went like this:

Shelby: Hey girl did you eat a salad today

Me: Yes...Is kelly mad that I used his trash can?

Shelby:HahaHaha ya

Me: Dang it! I closed the lid and everything so it wouldn't smell bad.  Tell him I'm really really sorry.

Shelby: HahaHa it was really funny.  Kelly said you're a dirty rat and citrus only  HahaHa he's laughing about it.

Me: Rude! Dirty rat, whatever. Tell him I'm purposely going to put stinky foods in there now.  Actually, I can just talk to him tomorrow.  Bah.  Kelly (head shake)

So I got into work the next day and as soon as Kelly saw me he said, "You!" and pointed right at me.  All I could think of to say was, "I'm sorry!"  Then he just keeps his serious Kelly-face on and said, "You better be," and goes on to tell me how he went around the bindery asking everyone if they had thrown the salad away because, as he said, "Katherine knows better than this!"
(Side note: I did not use dressing, and I put the lid back on, and lettuce doesn't smell like anything! I have no idea how he found that salad.  He must have a super nose or something.)   

Anyway, he goes into the break room, where little Tamuna from Georgia (in Europe) is sitting with five other people, and asks her, "Tamuna, do you know who did this?"   She said that she did but she wasn't going to tell him, so he threatened to fire her.  She still wouldn't tell him.  (Ha! She's more loyal to me!) Then he threatened to fire everyone else in the break room unless she told him, so she broke down.  Sounds like he's the dirty rat. And come to find out, he had carried his trash can around the whole bindery for half and hour, asking every person, "Did you do this?!" while pointing to the incriminating evidence.


So funny.  I'm not sure if work can get any better than this.

Workin' Hard

There are many reasons why I like working at the bindery.  The people are fun, my boss is great, and when we have no work, this is what we do:

Make our own cards out of cardstock and play "Coils" rather than "Spoons" with them.  Playing with cards that big was no easy task and let me tell you, it was an intense game.

We also make snowmen out of coil.  

(It was a really, really slow day when this happened.)

Also, I came into work yesterday and had this conversation with my boss:

Him: You're eating a bagel for breakfast?

Me: What? Don't you like bagels?

Him: I like candy better.

Yep.  Work is great.