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Washing dishes is an ADVENTURE in this house!
First, a plate quite literally leaped in the air from where it was sitting snug in the drainer, defying all laws of physics to launch itself up and off the drainer and onto the floor.
Then, it hits the floor. And it doesn't break. It EXPLODES. Shrapnel, everywhere. A piece even bounced off my face (luckily, not hard enough to cut).
I spent the next fifteen minutes sweeping every corner of the kitchen. And, yes, every corner of the kitchen had Deadly Plate Bomb Shrapnel. It was EVERYWHERE. Why do they even make plates that DO that?
I have a brownie now, though. Chocolate makes everything better.
In my dreams recently, I keep finding myself visiting the resort in California that I worked at the last two years. And then I'm seeing pics of it plastered over Facebook from friends who are stil up there, and I'm afraid I have to concede to a little homesickness for the place. The area was beautiful, exquisite even, I'll give it that. The Lodge was nestled right outside of Yosemite, and the scenery was simply magnificent. However, I was ready to move on. Texas is wearing thin, though, probably in part because I'm on a break between seasonal positions. I'm considering Colorado next, for the summer and maybe autumn, to save money. And then, Australia is in the cards. I'm keeping my fingers crossed on that one. I don't have the money for it right now, but if I scrape and save, hopefully I should be able to make it work. There are a number of fine resorts to live and work at out there. Not to mention the fact that I have friends out there that I haven't seen in almost a decade.
I just want to DO something though. I hate feeling like I'm in stasis. Need to move-- I don't do too well with that whole staying in one place for too long thing. I'm too much of a gypsy at heart, I suppose.
First, a plate quite literally leaped in the air from where it was sitting snug in the drainer, defying all laws of physics to launch itself up and off the drainer and onto the floor.
Then, it hits the floor. And it doesn't break. It EXPLODES. Shrapnel, everywhere. A piece even bounced off my face (luckily, not hard enough to cut).
I spent the next fifteen minutes sweeping every corner of the kitchen. And, yes, every corner of the kitchen had Deadly Plate Bomb Shrapnel. It was EVERYWHERE. Why do they even make plates that DO that?
I have a brownie now, though. Chocolate makes everything better.
In my dreams recently, I keep finding myself visiting the resort in California that I worked at the last two years. And then I'm seeing pics of it plastered over Facebook from friends who are stil up there, and I'm afraid I have to concede to a little homesickness for the place. The area was beautiful, exquisite even, I'll give it that. The Lodge was nestled right outside of Yosemite, and the scenery was simply magnificent. However, I was ready to move on. Texas is wearing thin, though, probably in part because I'm on a break between seasonal positions. I'm considering Colorado next, for the summer and maybe autumn, to save money. And then, Australia is in the cards. I'm keeping my fingers crossed on that one. I don't have the money for it right now, but if I scrape and save, hopefully I should be able to make it work. There are a number of fine resorts to live and work at out there. Not to mention the fact that I have friends out there that I haven't seen in almost a decade.
I just want to DO something though. I hate feeling like I'm in stasis. Need to move-- I don't do too well with that whole staying in one place for too long thing. I'm too much of a gypsy at heart, I suppose.