We Went Extra Weird Today

I ask a customer "have you been helped?"  The reply? "I'm just waiting for my burrito."  The delivery of "I'm just waiting for my burrito" created the sense that it was a life stance.  I was inspired.  I felt that I too was just waiting for my burrito.  Melanie wanted an extra cheesy burrito, which I felt was difficult to acquire in America without a degree.  I dunno.  My mind went to a strange place and we all ran with it.  Other customers started a discussion about the effects of education on the acquisition of burritos. It's sounds like I imagined it, but it really happened.

HelloAndWelcomeToTheBlackMyNameIsRobAndThisIsMelanie

Every now and then, I overdose.  And then I am a being made of light, able to see and understand the cosmos.

Shut Up, Rob

As you can see, I command the highest level of respect from my coworkers.

The Start of the Rob And Melanie Show

The beginning of the Rob And Melanie Show.  I drew me and she drew herself.  The jokes get a little weirder than normal.  A customer saw fit to add a mouth to me, while explaining to another customer that I look like an outlet.  What the hell?  Not cool.

Live Life Using Elementary School Rules

If you had to take the lid off to use it, put the lid back.  If it's food you don't want flies on, put a lid on it.  If it's in my cafe with a lid, leave the lid on, or put the lid back when you're done.

But... my sandwich...

The first time your boss asks to smell your food, you may find it odd.  With time, you will learn to start offering up your food to be inspected via sniff before you start eating it.

Mint Chocolate as Work Repellant

Exciting Project and Growth Opportunity are not your friends.  Beware their presence.

Just Say No To Water Chestnuts

The rare thing Jess and I agree on.  Water Chestnuts are unholy.

The Return of How Much Is Too Much

How Much Is Too Much is my favorite prompt, I think.  The only prompt I can think of right now.  Jess and I are perfect foils for each other when it comes to food.  Cilantro Devil gave me a chance to break out the highlighter, or, in my case, go get a highlighter from an office supply room.

I've gotta get better at this!

I'm not a natural blogger, and I'm sorry!  I'm good at rocking it for a while, and then being distracted by meatspace!  I'm still drawing.  I'm still digitizing.  The posting is just patchy.  I need enough followers that the uproar keeps me in line.