Wanderings

"Don't eat in front of Liz. She loses focus!" - My house-keeping boss to co-worker. 

On my last day of house-keeping, we had a pizza party and took a vote to decide on our new cart's name. I threatened to leave angry and belligerent if anyone on the team failed to vote for my favored name; "Sofa-Face." There was a brief argument as to whether or not "Shit-Ass" would be an even more fun and irreverent name, but I convinced the group that Shit-Ass could be an excellent term of endearment for Sofa-Face. 

Then when it came time for voting, there was a last-minute coup launched by people who liked the name "Seitan," and I got so emotional that Monique had to hold me down in a full body hug and sing soothing melodies in my ear. 

Thankfully, Sofa-Face won out in the end, and nobody got punched or cried. 

I climbed up into one of the ten feet tall linen baskets and played guitar, and then we passed the guitar around, and then we all sang back-up to Monique's a-cappella hit, "I'd be Roofied, Wasted and Dead," a rousing tune about the conditions under which she would sleep with a certain someone. 

So that was my last day in house-keeping and I would say it was a great success.