In which I decide to move to Georgia and I become a hero

It's freezing here in the midwest -- or whatever region of the country I live in. (Don't ask me -- I'm always thoroughly confused.) And so, I decided that I am going to move to Georgia.

All heros start out fools and everyone thinks they're insane

I didn't want to go to work yesterday because it was cold outside and I wanted to lay in bed and read or something and STAY WARM. But I went to work anyway, simply because I could NOT stay away . . .

We keep our aprons in the cooler -- the most logical place to keep aprons.

When I got to work, I was . . . preparing myself . . . for a blast of frigid air when I walked into the cooler to grab an apron.

I opened the door, and there was no blast of frigid air.

It was the same temperature as the rest of the bakery.

So I called Stacy (the manager on duty AND my sister-in-law) and told her that I thought we had problems with the cooler. She came back there and checked it out and she said, "Yeah -- it's not very cold in there, is it?" She said she was going to check the um . . . something-or-other, and then check the temperature again in an hour. When she checked it again later, it wasn't any different. She told me to check it periodically and let her know if it didn't change.

It was insanely busy -- I had two or three people trying to ask me questions at the same time, and they wouldn't wait for me to answer one person -- they all wanted answers NOW. It was crazy! I obviously didn't have time to check the cooler.

At 6, Stacy asked me how the cooler was and I said I hadn't checked it, so we went to look together (It was a sister-bonding thing . . . ) and nothing had changed. SO, she said, "I'm going to call Dakota Refrigeration . . . "

Meanwhile, everyone else thought I was nuts because I kept saying stuff like, 'It's really sad when the cooler is warmer than my bedroom . . . "

The refrigerator doctor showed up and he went in there and he came back out and said, "Seriously girl -- is it THAT warm in there?"

I just stood there looking stupid and said, "Well . . . I don't know -- I thought it was too warm for a refrigerator . . . "

He said, "well, I'm gonna go find a thermometer and see what the temperature is

I didn't see him again for like a half hour so I thought he had left and that I was disgraced because I had committed the unpardonable sin -- Calling Dakota Refrigeration on a weekend when there was absolutely nothing wrong with the cooler. I thought that I had spontaneously contracted some sort of super-duper speedy onset auto-immune disease that destroyed my temperature receptors and made it impossible to differentiate between temperatures that were quite obviously very different from each other. (Seriously, that thought DID enter my mind!)

I was grabbing the donuts and preparing to clean the case when the refrigerator dude came out and said, "Do you have a minute? I need to show you something."

He said, "The thermostat was bad. I fixed it and I put a new thermometer in it"

I said, "Good -- I would have felt really bad if you had had to come here for nothing . . . "

I told the deli girls that it was fixed, and Erin said, "See? You're not crazy, you're a hero!"

It's fun being a hero . . .

But even heros sometimes can't handle the cold. So I'm moving to Georgia.
~MK

In which I learn to not step in a box of donuts and decide to invest in some long johns

For as busy as we were today in my little bakery, one would assume that we'd sell at least a couple dozen donuts. But no. Sylvie stuck around until 7 (two hours after she was supposed to go) and I didn't get done with the rosettes until 7:30. I needed to have the cleaning done by 6 if I wanted to be done by 9, but that obviosly didn't happen. I finished cleaning at 8:30. I went out to grab the bagels, and I saw and talked to Pastor Kent. That made me sad. I so wanted to talk to him more, but I couldn't . . . I finally got the donuts out of the case at like 9:15, and there probably more left than we had sold all day. It was sad. I had to put all the donuts in a box so I could throw them away. The box got ful, so I put my pink-clad foot in the box to squash the donuts down, and I realized what a mistake that was. Never step in a box full of donuts when you are wearing pink shoes. Blueberry bismarks get their revenge. The box was so heavy I couldn't lift it, so I grabbed the deli's cart and Ally happened to be in the back when I was trying to get it up into the compactor, so she helped me lift it. (Aw, teamwork!)

I decided to invest in some long johns. No, I don't mean the pasteries. At this time of night, I feel like if I ever see a donut again, I'm going to vomit. I'm freezing. I need some long johns . . .
~MK

Happy finals to all, and to all a good night . . .

Whee! I took my final final! I just have my paper and presentation left! Whee! How exciting is that? AND Shannon is now registered for TCX so I will have a carride buddy! AND I might get to pick Bethie up too, so that will be awesome! :-) I'm so excited! Yay!

I think I might have gotten an F in Microbiology. And I might have done worse in my A&P lab than I did the first time -- how sad would that be? But it's ok -- it would just be confirming that I don't belong in the medical field. It would be the final indicator . . . But yay! Psych major/creative writing minor is what I'm doing if I don't get into something in the medical field. Who knows what I'm gonna do with it, but I know I'd love it! :-)

~MK

Yay cookies!

Stacy's boyfriend and his macho guy friend are awesome bakers. Stacy gave me a chocolate chip cookie and that made it all better. I don't mind that I don't have an acompanist for my music jury so much now. And I don't mind failing another micro test. Or not having the right resources for my micro paper. Or not knowing how I'm going to scan my photos for my psych presentation. Or being told that I (and my entire class) is going to fail our final. Or my micro final. I just don't care anymore. Cuz chocolate chip cookies make everything better.

~MK