Tuesday, March 13, 2012

Work is the curse of the drinking classes…

I like work. I can sit and look at it for hours.

You would be surprised at the many jobs I have had over the years. I never worked somewhere that I didn’t enjoy. Life is just too short. I was telling the Girl the other day that I never took any of my jobs too seriously and I never put my life on the line for them. Good thing I wasn’t a policeman.

What I meant by that was, I wasn’t going to head out in icy/stormy/tornado weather to go to a job. I was raising three children on my own. They were Job #1 and I wasn’t going to risk my life going to job #7623414. But that was many years ago. These days Job #1 is CGMan and the dogs.

While I was out west, I went to work. Don’t get all excited, because I didn’t actually do any work. I just went to work. Other people’s work. And you know what? That is really fun! I think I’d like to make that my new job, going to other people’s work and just watch them work. Ooooh, that’s called an inspector! I think I could be very good at that.

I went to the Girl’s work, Champagne Images, where she transformed my dowdy, can’t-find-a-hairstylist-in-my-new-town-so-I-cut-it-myself hairdo into a chic, naturally red, style. She also showed me how to put on makeup and fix my overplucked eyebrows. Did you know that at some point, they just don’t grow back? Dammit. Anyway, I spent the day there, getting to know some of the clients and also the other stylists. I am so proud of the Girl for working hard at beauty school and finding the job that she enjoys. I’m happy for her.

My next foray into the workplace was to see my longtime BFF, Barbara, who owns Let Them Eat Cake. Way back in the day, Barbara used to make her cakes in her kitchen and I would sit on a stool to keep her company while she decorated. This was easy to do because I lived across the street. Now, when I come to town, I visit her at her lovely little shop, sit on a stool and watch her decorate cakes. I also like watching her staff decorate cakes, and sometimes I get to lick a spoon.

It is amazing what these girls can do with frosting, besides licking it off a spoon:

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Oh, did I mention that not only was Barbara my maid of honor when I married CGMan, she also made my wedding cake? She is that awesome. That is not her in the picture above.

This is her, making cake balls:


And this is her husband, Mitch (the very same husband for which I was her maid of honor when she married him almost 20 years ago) making the cupcakes that are to die for:

If you live in the Phoenix area or visit there, you have got to try the cupcakes!! Tell ‘em Dawn sent you.

I also had the opportunity to go with Sunshine to her work, which is in a hospital. It is actually the very hospital where the Marine was born so many years ago. He asks her all the time if they still have his picture hanging on the wall of fame. What she sees in him….

Sunshine works in the lab at the hospital. I didn’t take any pictures in there because it didn’t seem like a “touristy” part of the hospital. She showed me all the cool machines that can look at your blood, plasma, bone marrow, urine (and other nasty stuff). It looked a bit scary to me. It’s a good thing she went to school all those years to learn how to do that. I’d be afraid to turn one on!

The one thing I took away from that tour was this: if you’re in the ER or the operating room and they’ve sent your spleen to the lab - STAT, you better hope someone didn’t bring her brand new baby in there. Let me tell you, as soon as we came through the doors, there were squeals of excitement and all of the ladies in Sunshine’s department came running over to fight over who got to hold the Lil Prince first. No matter that there were lives on the line or anything. No, there was a baby in the house!!

CGMan has offered to let me come to work with him, but since he sits behind a desk and has meetings about boring stuff all day, I declined. I’m sure it’s an important job, but can it make me beautiful, feed me cake or see how many more vodka tonics my liver can take? I didn’t think so.

Now, if he were to work in a shoe store, we could talk.

What is your job? And can I come see it?

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