Spatulas are known best for three types of service. Flipping, scraping and smoothing. I do all three.
I'm not your normal run of the mill lunch lady. I'm a Daycare Lunch Lady. I don't have a mole on my face, I don't wear orthopedic shoes and to hell with hairnets. I wear a ball cap, sneakers and a smile. There is no mystery meat in my kitchen. Me and my girl Bernice, we run a tight and tidy kitchen.
My days are average and predictable. I work in the kitchen in the morning (hence the flipping and occasional scraping) and in the 2-year-old classroom in the afternoon (hence the scraping of boogers and poo and smoothing things over, usually feelings and ruffled feathers). Every day I leave my workplace covered in any number of food stains and kid germs.
I sing and dance in the kitchen, in the classroom, on the playground, wherever. I'm not good at doing either, but the kids don't care and it is so much fun. I get paid to color, play with PlayDoh and beat on drums. I get to learn how to be a great parent before I ever have my own. And I get as many hugs as one person could want every day.
I love my job. Its too funny and emotionally exhausting not to share. After all, sharing is a good thing. It's what good friends do. We use our words and we share.
I'm not your normal run of the mill lunch lady. I'm a Daycare Lunch Lady. I don't have a mole on my face, I don't wear orthopedic shoes and to hell with hairnets. I wear a ball cap, sneakers and a smile. There is no mystery meat in my kitchen. Me and my girl Bernice, we run a tight and tidy kitchen.
My days are average and predictable. I work in the kitchen in the morning (hence the flipping and occasional scraping) and in the 2-year-old classroom in the afternoon (hence the scraping of boogers and poo and smoothing things over, usually feelings and ruffled feathers). Every day I leave my workplace covered in any number of food stains and kid germs.
I sing and dance in the kitchen, in the classroom, on the playground, wherever. I'm not good at doing either, but the kids don't care and it is so much fun. I get paid to color, play with PlayDoh and beat on drums. I get to learn how to be a great parent before I ever have my own. And I get as many hugs as one person could want every day.
I love my job. Its too funny and emotionally exhausting not to share. After all, sharing is a good thing. It's what good friends do. We use our words and we share.
1 comment:
LOL – You know in a way your job and mine are very much alike, cept with mine the “kids” are full grown adults, and they should know better. I thought about how you are there when they need you, giving subtle guidance and coaching them in to ever more mature little creatures. I also do this, calmly asking my drunken customers who are calling wanting a ride why they did not keep a little money back for a cab, explaining how the police department is not the power company during power outages, and trying to convince people calling because they just got a good butt kicking not to antagonize the person(s) who just did it any further..
I love the writing, just wish I had gotten around to reading it before today, geeezzz…
Thanks…
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