Daily Archive for September 29th, 2006

Early Start With Java

Published on September 29, 2006 in For the Record. 1 Comment

Ah, well, so today, though slow and chilly hasn’t been that bad. I don’t feel up to par but I feel a lot better. Does this mean the house will be cleaned? Doubt it! It means I’ll sit back and enjoy this cup of java. I use to make coffee for IU back in the day. Oh the Women’s Studies Dept hated that I was the coffee girl but they didn’t hesitate to come up and buy it. I was technically the secretary but I think I typed a letter once a month and picked up the mail. Basically they wanted me to keep the coffee pot filled. I was fresh out of high school working at Indiana University for $6.00 an hour but all I did was make coffee. I figure with that bit of change per hour I was doing okay until 30 days later when the insurance benefits kicked in. That’s when I knew I was sitting on gold! Health insurance for making college profs coffee. I could deal with that. I’ve kept some of those contacts too.

The lady in the History Dept use to make the coffee but since she had real work to do they started letting the new girl do it, me. Well, after a bit I decided to mess with people and toss up a tip cup. People gave tips in that cup. The lady at the History Dept. came over and said, “You little shit, I’ve been here for umpteen years and never thought to put up a tip cup. You little shit!” she walked out laughing. Well, what I did next got the same response. See, people came in and paid a quarter for the coffee and then left a quarter tip but sometimes they came in to get change for a dollar or more. I told them that I was running a coffee shop in the African-American Studies Dept not a bank. I charged 20% to make change. LOL. They did it. My supervisor didn’t care at all as long as I kept that coffee pot full he didn’t care what I did. So, I started coming up with all these extras for the coffee. They usually went over well but one didn’t. I was told to never make that fu-fu coffee again. I got the idea from a catalog that we bought our coffee from, some expensive place that I can’t believe people get coffee from. I have to say right now I’m drinking that combo and it’s still good for me but every time I drink it I laugh because I hear the super telling me to never make that fu-fu coffee again because there were no yuppies or snots in his Dept. So, Dr. H.B with your PhD, new BMW, two children in private schools, long time wife, beautiful home in one of the best neighborhoods in Indy, this cup is for you!

  • One pot of coffee
  • Sugar and creamer to taste
  • * Tad bit of cinnamon
  • Tad bit of vanilla extract

If you’ve feeling adventurous add a bit of chocolate syrup. I like it both ways but I prefer it without the chocolate.

* Make each cup individually. Add the dry ingredients then the coffee or the cinnamon will not dissolve well enough.

I got this from a catalog back in 1990 but I can’t remember which one it was. There are cinnamon creamers you can buy at Wally World and what not but hey, if you have cinnamon and creamer at home why waste the money on buying something totally different? In Culinary School we learned that in the restaurant business you don’t buy ingredients that are only used in one dish. I keep that in mind when I purchase things in the store. I can only do one thing with cinnamon creamer but with the two separate ingredients I can do a heck of a lot. It’s cheaper and it allows for variety without waste.

cheers

Aussie

Therapy and Therapy Styles

Published on September 29, 2006 in For the Record and Therapy. 1 Comment

Therapy -Friday, September 29, 2006-5:25PM

I think I spent half the session dissociated. I was quite embarrassed. I do remember thinking he is funny. That’s good cause I hate lifeless therapists. This guy isn’t lifeless and I appreciate that. Sometimes you get a therapist that says nothing, shows no emotion and just sits there. Well, I can talk to a wall at home and get that response so heck I don’t need to pay a living being to sit like a lump, say nothing and feel nothing. I’m happy this guy isn’t like that. The one I had before him seemed to want to see me cry each and every session. She seemed to drag tears out of me like a dentist fresh out of nova cane. Open up, this is gonna hurt but it’s for your own good. Damn that woman, I hated going there.

My frustration is the condition of this house. I can’t seem to get it together. At least I made dinner last night. The last few nights I’ve eaten stuff like on those commercials with the three woman that compete to see who ate the worst meal the night before. Oh, I had double hamburger with no bun, I had three French fries and a box of snack cakes, I had cod baked with stir fry veggies in a garlic herb sauce with a side of garlic bread. The third is what I cooked last night, the other two examples of how I’ve eaten the last few days. I have to admit the fish was good and very much on time. I hate cold food. I’m not into sandwiches and cold foods. I do like salad now, I didn’t use to but I’m kinda into it right now. I’m pissed about the spinach thing right now cause I love fresh spinach on my salads. That water lettuce is worthless so I rarely add it but romaine and other greens are great so I load up on them. I have to watch eating other greens with too much Vitamin K in them because of my blood thinning issue. I hate that Vitamin K can only be had in limited quantities and grapefruit is totally out the window for me. Dang it, I like Ruby Red but I can’t have it..heart condition stuff….sucks! Vitamin K has to do with the blood thinner med so that I don’t throw another clot to my heart. I have a filter but hey why flirt with danger ya know? I can’t afford to have too thin blood or blood that doesn’t clot. Good Lord, a friend asked me if she is old at age 50. Uh, no, my body is 35 years old but my mind retired a few years back. It’s sitting someplace in the Keys baking in the sun. At least that’s where I was when I last saw it thriving. Sometimes I miss it but other times I figure I’ve done without it so long it would feel odd to have it back.

Aussie