As many of you know, my run as a third shifter is quickly coming to an end. To honor this past month, I wanted to give you the five things I will (and won't) miss about working during the witching hour and beyond.
5) Time to make the donuts.
|Who says you can't make use of an art degree these days?|
Then again...hundreds of donuts, not a won you're allowed to eat, and let's not forget...I fail at getting the sprinkles actually ON the donuts. I get more on the floor. This should not befuddle me. I have little or no artistic talent, and my aim, for those of you who haven't seen me play basketball, isn't good.
4) Scent of a woman.
Night time brings on different scents. People coming home from work smell like the work they do. I've met a lot of delicious smelling restaurant workers over the past month. Is it weird to sniff someone as you're taking their money for their coffee, donuts, and gas?
Then again...in spite of the fact that I'm endlessly washing dishes and washing my hands I will NOT miss coming home and smelling like I've spent all night shoveling coal in the engines of the Titanic.
3) Feed the world.
I'm a nurturer. Ask my kids' friends...I have fed half of Waukesha's children at least once in the past 18 years. I love making food...albeit quick food that doesn't take any actual culinary talent to make...for people.
|Andrew Zimmern never braved this weird food!|
I love coming across the odd person. The quirky, the unusual, the unglamorous all fascinate me, and this job was full of that. (Oh, and I am almost fluent in "Cigarette" now. Yay me!)
Let's just say, this job was TOO full of quirky. To quote Jack Nicholson from "As Good as it Gets" ...one of my favorite movie quotes: Sell crazy someplace else, we're all stocked up here. (And you'll most likely find it in aisle three next to the newspapers and motor oil.)
I really liked the people I shared the night with. I didn't have much in common with them, other than the need to make some money, but I liked those two...let's call them Matt and Gina. You couldn't find two more different people, yet they got along great and accepted me into their little, odd, family.
And oddly enough, I have nothing negative to say about anyone else.
So, after Sunday night I have a few days to recuperate, get a cortisone shot in my hands, and get back on a normal schedule. Then, my new career begins.
I'm hoping it lasts longer than 30 days.