Neuroses.

Today I realised that every single person who works at our cafe is neurotic as fuck. Every single one of us. First it made me laugh. Then it made me cry. Then I laughed again as I watched Frewenee point a dirty spatula in a fit of rage at one of the chefs for not stacking the dirty utensils correctly.

Me : "Don't you think this is funny Chrystle?? I mean, our lives here are like one epic Seinfeld episode."

Pregnant Chrystle (while arranging trays of glasses so they are at right angles to each other) : "I can't believe it's taken you this long to notice."

Tart.

And then Shirley put her hand through the lemon tart.

It was a good day.

Ross' pumpkins

Some days I really like my workplace.

Obituaries Man

The man who steals the 'Obituaries' section on the newspaper came in today.

When he came up to pay he caught me sneaking a peak at the folded up section of newspaper under his arm.

"I'm taking the 'Obituaries' section of your paper."

"How morbid of you."

We shared an amazing smile for half a second. I really wanted to read that today.

Those pregnant ladies

Two pregnant women at Table 7.

They're drinking chai and eating a slice of cake, sitting opposite each other to leave more room for their ridiculously protruding bellies. They look so pregnant right now that I have to peel my eyes away because I'm worried I'll be up the duff just by looking at them.

As I pass by the table I overhear one of them saying, "Goddam it Pam, it's just arse-fuckery."