I love my job

I’ve mentioned before that we have 25-cent pops in our vending machine. I think part of the reason for that is that the vending machine was from the actual era of 25-cent pops. Plus, we had that cooler with all the beer in it, which is nice to see every day even if I don’t drink the beers.

But today, something amazing and wonderful happened. We got a new vending machine. It is the fancy kind with the big glass front door and the little robot arm that goes up to the row you selected, picks the product, and ferries it down to the opening. Way cool. Plus, there’s a light, of course, and I simply adore anything with a light.

The new vending machine isn’t the reason named this post “I love my job”. It’s the reaction of everyone who’s seen the vending machine that reminds me how much I love my job. I mean, I’m sure some of us have seen this kind of vending machine before, and I’m sure some of us don’t really give much heed to the vending machines we encounter on a daily basis. But all kinds of people have been by to see it (this I know because I sit around the corner from the machine), and Cube Neighbor Kim actually called someone from the 2^nd floor and told her to come down when I told Kim that the new machine was here. It has been a lot of fun to watch people getting their (still) 25-cent pops from this fancy new equipment. And the fact that everyone else is so excited about it makes me very, very happy.

I’m about 85% recovered from that wicked ailment I mentioned yesterday. It’s been almost 18 hours since my last, uh, episode. I’m not hungry, but I have eaten some saltines and I’ve been sucking on Jolly Ranchers all day. I have about a litre of Pedialyte I need to finish, though. Even though I know it’s good for me, the stuff is kind of nasty. It’s very thick and sweet. Perhaps I should make some pancakes and use it as the syrup. Anyway, I’m really impressed about the fact that my body makes such an enormous effort to get the gunk out – I mean, I felt like I might die at times, but honestly, it’s impressive that our bodies can recognize the bad stuff and force it out so violently. Also, CNKelly has been dealing with the same thing but she’s trailing me by about 12 hours, so she’s probably feeling better right now but still not “well”. Send her a prayer or a shout-out if you can.