Tuesday, June 24, 2008

Performance

Child 1 has a Very Important Job which involves a large amount of caffeine and quite a lot of sugar. That means its siblings are surprisingly willing to visit it during work hours. Since this Very Important Job is also surrounded by Large Quantities of Books we have all pretty much decided that Child 1 must work this job until it dies.

Out of the kindness of our over-sized hearts (and not at all because we were bored) Child 2 and I toddled over to The Work Place yesterday to brighten Child 1's afternoon. We figure just the fact that we're in the same building will somehow make it sing a happy little song as it frapps and twizzles and chants the mysterious incantations that produce a Super Grande Latte-O-Cino with whipped cream and sprinkles. Child 2 was even selfless enough NOT to order the most-difficult-to-make-drink and was content with something caramelly and espressoish. With cream.

We did time it just right so that we could see the Child AND look over a few books and things before the store closed although that meant we were left forlorn outside while Child and its coworkers went through the Closing Up Rituals.

Naturally we stationed ourselves outside the large windows so we could make faces at it. And dance the Chicken Dance (that was Child 2's idea. I loath the Chicken Dance. But I did do a few motions just because of solidarity). And maybe make a few rude gestures because Child? Didn't look up. Not even once. It mopped with concentration, it wiped and shifted and generally did all the things it forgets to do at home and it didn't notice us at all.

Next time we're bringing the tap shoes, the top hats and the sound track. We need appreciation dammit.

6 comments:

Child 1 said...

As i was doing all this I was thinking whether or not you guys could see me but seing as moping backwards with multiple obstacles in the way requires some level of concentration, i promptly forgot everything i was thinking at the time as soon as it came up.

emily said...

lol - being a ex-coffee slave myself, i can confirm that the utter mindlessness that is required all day to allow the zen-state of concentration which will allow you to twiddle knobs, send steam shooting into jugs, remember six orders at once and not let the queue grow too large means that at the end of the day you are not likely to notice anything, not even george clooney dancing naked with diamonds just for you....
mopping backwards is the fun part though :)

Child 1 said...

emily- Guess what? after a mere four weeks at this job I get to train someone new, on a saturday night, by myself, all alone... Gulp!

emily said...

child1 - lol, coffee monkey trainees are the best fun! :) question - are you able to use the big shiney machine of death yet for more than an hour without wanting to kill yourself? because if the answer is yes, you may as well leave, you have achieved such a state of zen that you will make lesser people sick :)
if you get stuck, let them do the simple easy things - cleaning tables etc...the worst they can do is drop things.
let me know how it goes?! oooh and im guessing you are from the "star..." coffee place?

For Kirk said...

emily - child 1 will doubtless chime in tomorrow but I theeeenk I'm safe in saying it works at a modified "star..." place - the modification being that a) its in a bookstore and b) they aren't allowed to have a tip jar.

Child 1 said...

Stupid tip jar...