Now, if you think I'm one of those hairy, flag-burning, hemp-wearing, political-minded, vegan liberals who think Valentine's is nothing but a holiday, drummed up by the billion-dollar card and candy industry, I'm not. I just work at a flower shop. Technically, I'm a floral designer, but I hate using that term. It's so...not me. I didnt go to school for it and I never took a class. I just fell into the job and so it doesnt feel right saying "I'm a floral designer." Plus it's a total buzzkill when trying to talk to a girl. I may be a socialite by night, but by morning, I'm just a regular nine-to-fiver who also goes to school.
Except during Valentine week, when I literally have no life. Stripping flowers from their thorns and ugly leaves takes up much more time than you think. And it's all preformed in really cold conditions since flowers wilt in heat. But it's all to make some wife/girlfriend/mistress/gay lover smile for a day and a night. And though I usually love brightening up people's day and making them smile, this Valentine's I really could care less.
My boss Alice is pregnant. Two months pregnant to be exact. She found out last month, right before leaving to Vegas, and has been quite the hormonal creature. Her stomach has already popped out and she's already donning jeans with blue stretch material on top. Talk about "mom jeans". But the worst part is, she's becoming more and more forgetful and is going through some pretty heavy mood swings. All of which I have to deal with by myself since my co-worker is in and out most of the time, working here and at the coffee shop across the way.
Then there's the new foreign exchange student. His name was Pieryo and was from Peru. He was staying with Alice's mother and Alice's younger brother, Tyler, the all-star quarterback and most popular kid at school. He was immeadiately welcomed into the bossum of the cool kids and thus became a cool kid himself. Imagine, having to skip over years of adolescent hell and just skip to the good part. And I dont know if it was because we were both cool nerds, but we shared a lot of the same interests, including old school Michael Jackson.
I had heard a leaked version of Michael Jackson's new 25th remix album on Myspace and after I told Pieryo, he told me he had a video on Youtube of him doing the Thriller dance. Then I went to the movies with my co-worker Amanda and who should be there, standing in line, but Pieryo. All of a sudden, our common interests turned into an obsessive fascination for him. Everything I said and did was "so much fun, it's fun." At first, it was kinda cool changing and molding the mind of a foreign kid, but then it got weird, when he told me he wanted to laugh like me and
It didnt help that he hung around with me all day during Valentines day at the shop. But at least he was helpful. Which is much more I can say than for Azten, Alice's husband. During the past year and a half, Azten lost a brother and a best friend. He almost got divorced twice and was found not guilty on some charges that I really cant get into. All in all, you could say Azten leads a complicated life, mostly because he brings it upon himself. Which is why I couldnt figure out why he would impart complication onto someone else. Trying to shape up his life and help Alice out a little more, Azten has taken an intrest in the flower shop. The thing is, it's really annoying.
Azten has decided to move the flower shop in a whole new direction. He began by forming a more structured and disciplined way to do work, thinking it would make us more professional and productive. Then he decided to sell cigars, right next to the flowers. And now there's this talk of selling hotdogs and it's just...not right. He's interrupted our work space and the way of work that works for us. And we cant even say anything, because Azten takes everything so personal, which makes it that much harder to respect him. Not that he garnered much respect in the first place because of his behavior and the way Alice has talked about him in the past, but still. All I know is, this is gonna be a long pregnancy. And that basically was my February.
Except during Valentine week, when I literally have no life. Stripping flowers from their thorns and ugly leaves takes up much more time than you think. And it's all preformed in really cold conditions since flowers wilt in heat. But it's all to make some wife/girlfriend/mistress/gay lover smile for a day and a night. And though I usually love brightening up people's day and making them smile, this Valentine's I really could care less.
My boss Alice is pregnant. Two months pregnant to be exact. She found out last month, right before leaving to Vegas, and has been quite the hormonal creature. Her stomach has already popped out and she's already donning jeans with blue stretch material on top. Talk about "mom jeans". But the worst part is, she's becoming more and more forgetful and is going through some pretty heavy mood swings. All of which I have to deal with by myself since my co-worker is in and out most of the time, working here and at the coffee shop across the way.
Then there's the new foreign exchange student. His name was Pieryo and was from Peru. He was staying with Alice's mother and Alice's younger brother, Tyler, the all-star quarterback and most popular kid at school. He was immeadiately welcomed into the bossum of the cool kids and thus became a cool kid himself. Imagine, having to skip over years of adolescent hell and just skip to the good part. And I dont know if it was because we were both cool nerds, but we shared a lot of the same interests, including old school Michael Jackson.
I had heard a leaked version of Michael Jackson's new 25th remix album on Myspace and after I told Pieryo, he told me he had a video on Youtube of him doing the Thriller dance. Then I went to the movies with my co-worker Amanda and who should be there, standing in line, but Pieryo. All of a sudden, our common interests turned into an obsessive fascination for him. Everything I said and did was "so much fun, it's fun." At first, it was kinda cool changing and molding the mind of a foreign kid, but then it got weird, when he told me he wanted to laugh like me and
It didnt help that he hung around with me all day during Valentines day at the shop. But at least he was helpful. Which is much more I can say than for Azten, Alice's husband. During the past year and a half, Azten lost a brother and a best friend. He almost got divorced twice and was found not guilty on some charges that I really cant get into. All in all, you could say Azten leads a complicated life, mostly because he brings it upon himself. Which is why I couldnt figure out why he would impart complication onto someone else. Trying to shape up his life and help Alice out a little more, Azten has taken an intrest in the flower shop. The thing is, it's really annoying.
Azten has decided to move the flower shop in a whole new direction. He began by forming a more structured and disciplined way to do work, thinking it would make us more professional and productive. Then he decided to sell cigars, right next to the flowers. And now there's this talk of selling hotdogs and it's just...not right. He's interrupted our work space and the way of work that works for us. And we cant even say anything, because Azten takes everything so personal, which makes it that much harder to respect him. Not that he garnered much respect in the first place because of his behavior and the way Alice has talked about him in the past, but still. All I know is, this is gonna be a long pregnancy. And that basically was my February.
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