Customer Service

Composed 12/12/14
Description: Thoughts from on the job.

they tell you
to expect the outburst and
keep your smile along with your calm
see the message
the good and redirect
spread words like warm sugar
touches like ocean breeze kisses
listen
(really)
protect
never raise the temperature beyond
how they like their coffee
remember
the customer is always right
and anger is the deadliest sin
reason the temptation of fools
do it all
out of kindness and care
after all
that’s why we’re here
and I think just imagine
if we treated everyone like they were sick

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The Candle

Composed 11/2/14
Description: The story about how I had no job one Sunday but I did the next.

I lit a candle
and
unknowingly
provided the light for the end of my tunnel

I lit it with hope
but no expectations
and it floated past seven suns to the heavens
where He dropped sunbeams
for me to follow

NSA Here I Come

Composed 9/3/13
Description: One of my first assignments of the year is to interview another person in my class and do a 90 second powerpoint presentation over them. We were encouraged to use photos from Facebook in our presentation, so I have spent much of this evening Facebook stalking some random guy. Which is just about the most fun/interesting thing ever. (PS This guy looks like a total sweetheart.)

I have discovered
My ideal job it would be
Facebook stalking folks

Wanderer

Composed 8/5/13
Description: A day late posting of yesterday’s Daily Prompt: Ballerina Fireman Astronaut Movie Star. (I did write it yesterday; other things just distracted me from posting it.) Anyway, as a college student approaching her senior year, I think about this question of “what do I want to be when I grow up” often. As a child I really never had a solid idea, and even though I almost have my major now, I still face endless possibilities, and my desire changes weekly.

I could never read the stars
Or find my path in dusty books
I wandered along with the wind
Letting it push
Here
There
Anywhere

I had no plan
My guide strangely silent
As a child I loved the wind
Its push
The possibilities
But now I long for a wooden path
And an outspoken escort
I don’t mind the where
As long as there is one

I could run in so many directions
And win the race in all
But which will hold the grandest prize?
I agonize
Which trail to take?