Sometimes at work, I get tired of the beuracracy of it all and the way F runs the place. And I think about leaving after two years of being there and finding some other place that has nicer management and pays better. But, to be honest, I don’t think I could find a better job in terms of having fun while working. We get the job done, but we have fun while doing it.

The other day while Adi (manager dudeperson) was taking my drawer down, Tameka (cafe manager) was in the office as well doing her schedule or other “important” things. She has really curly hair that she keeps up in a bandana that she rarely combs (”because it always hurts when I do”). The conversation went like this:

Adi: Your hair is like this forest. With a dwarf.

Tameka: (laughing) What!?

Me: It’s like the fairy tales. There’s always a forest and it represents sexual awakening when entering puberty. And there is only a dwarf if the child isn’t discovering it in a healthy way.

Tameka: So…people are having sex in my hair?

Me: According to Adi and the fairytales.

Tameka: What if…there’s a whole WORLD…inside. my head?

Adi: (looks at Tameka with a smirk like o_O)

Tameka: No. Really. 99% of the world is perception. What if I’m just dreaming all of you? What if you’re just figments of my imagination?

Me: I’M A FIGMENT OF TAMEKA-MEKA’S IMAGINATION! YES!

Tameka: And if I wanted, I could just forget you. And you’d be gone.

Me: It’s like the people with Alzheimer’s. When they get older, all the people they “forgot” come back. And then everyone else thinks they’re crazy because these people don’t exist anymore. Because they were forgotten.

Adi: You couldn’t forget me.

Me: I’m so going to blog this.