poetry in commotion...

Everyone around me seems to be finding boyfriends, girlfriends, or in one case, a fuck buddy, while I stand in the middle and imagine myself at a table where I'm the odd one out in the evens stevens nightmare we call the couples table. Cupid has a terrible aim :P

Anyway, today at work was the scene of an oh-to-be-young-again event of teenage love. One of the apprentice bakers, Tristan, a boy who's foul mouth and rude demeanour hid a shy boy forced into a protective shell by the macho-male way of life in a male dominated trade at the early age of 16. Turns out he had fallen for one of the sales staff, and had wanted to give her a token of his affection before she left for a couple months on a trip around Europe. After awhile of coaxing him out of his shy inner shell by calling him a coward and a loser, the production team and myself all chipped in to help him with his confession. The production team managed to push him into buying some flowers and chocolate, while I wrote for him a suitably sappy, yet tongue in cheek, love poem. He came back (a nervous rack) just before she started work to give her his gifts, while I slapped him on the back and chanted motivational slogans. When she finally arrived, and he nervously gave her his offerings, I helpfully started chanting schoolyard rhymes and pointing out how they were both blushing to customer and staff alike. I'm a helping person.

Oh, I came down with a mild fever yesterday, and worked through it. Fun.

posted by jaseypoo! @ 9:55 PM