It's Wake Up Time

retail ridiculousness

My place of employment's answer to 'safety shoes' above, these medieval metal romper stompers. 20 minutes in these things brought back my sense of humor, reminded me of humility, but also was a literal example of how I tend to walk through life blindly at times.

I immediately researched and found that our company gives an allowance each year for safety shoes from Grainger that they kept under wraps but I was able to get these butch, bad ass steel toed boots I'd wanted for some time.

That day I planned a kitchen for a cool couple and in my questioning about the use of their kitchen, I found the husband was a pastry chef.  He was Italian and didn't participate much in the layout but supported his wife's decisions. But his smile told me he was likely great at what he did.  During their return visit, they handed me a gift bag that included a few varieties of cookies from his local company. I hadn't touched sweets since lent so I wasn't anxious to break the streak. Sugary treats at work can become like cocaine.  Very easy to get hooked to that quick high.

I'm telling you, I found packaged cookies were never great but one bite of these insanely good treats and your mouth and stomach wake up and start tugging at your sleeve saying, Dude! What is this wizardry you bring to us?!  It's a sensation like no other cookie experience.  The taste buds go into a DMT-like journey of flavors!  This guy holds magical powers! 

By the next time I saw them I had already sent a box to my father in law for Father's day and I had to restrain from kissing the man's shoes.  Every coworker that tasted the cookies fell instantly in love and took double and triple takes on the flavors, amazed at how much each one affected them.  I had to share them with as many people as I could find, even outside of my department where they were equally as astounded.  The couple was gracious enough to continue bringing several bags on each visit and it became hard to continue to share them because we wanted to keep them for ourselves.  I'm ashamed to say the last time, I snuck a whole back to my locker like a squirrel and hid it for myself to dip into each day.