Ha cha cha cha cha CHA! Ha cha cha cha cha CHA!
I have got a new JOB! I have got a new JOB!
I start work on Mon-DAY!
At a choc’late fac-T’RY!
But it starts real ear-LY!
I must wake up at FOUR!
So that kinda su-HUCKS!
But it pays real we-HELL!
And it’s just til Ap-RIL!
So I can live with IT!
Ha cha cha cha cha CHA!
Hip-hip-hip-hip-HooRAY!
Happy for you ScarLET!
Don’t eat too much chocLIT!
Hope you like your new JOB!
Congrat-ulations,- Scarlet!
Enjoy-your-new job-(in the)-New Year!
Please-send-me-some-choco-late.
(working with chocolate has been a dream of mine since I was a little kid - what exactly will you be doing? Are you Willie Wanka? :))
Ok, there seems to be some confusion here. Willie WOnka was the nice chocolate guy. Willie Wanker is just a festering penis.
StoryTyler
“Not everybody does it, but everybody should.”
I Spy Ty.
Con-gratulations-SCAR-let!
Four-AM-is-NAS-ty, but,
Do-you-get-off-EAR-ly?
May-be-that-will-HE-elp.
Hope-it-goes-great-FOR-you!
Ca-a-a-at-ran-DOM
Picky today aren’t we Story 
I knew that it was Wonka.
I typed Wonka.
The damned computer is out to get me.
I think it’s a Y2K problem.
My computer has a virus.
The anti-proofreading gnomes changed it when I wasn’t looking.
Someone switched the keys on my keyboard.
I was pondering the parkway/driveway problem and lost my train of thought.
I was really excited about the chocolate.
I’m posting from work. To discourage me from posting, my work has installed a misspeller program on my computer.
Aliens, it must be aliens.
My cat typed the post under my username.
Thanks for the congrats guys. Dunno what I’ll be doing, yet. I’ll find out on monday. Either packing the finished chocolate in boxes, or some step in actually making it (even though it’s a factory, its “hand-made” chocolate). So maybe something like rolling the pieces in chopped nuts. Or even putting together big fancy easter baskets wrapped in cellophane. It’s the private factory for the candy department of a chain of fancy department stores - kinda the Danish equivalent of Nordstroms - called “Magasin du Nord”.
Im kinda hoping that smelling all that chocolate for 7-8 hours daily will cure me of my chocolate addiction. Either that or it’ll be a grand disaster.
More Good Stuff In My Life Dept:
Tomorrow (Sunday) I go to look at a room for rent, fully furnished, even down to a little refrigerator, with kitchen and bathroom access, in a ritzy neighborhood in central Copenhagen (and really close to all my favorite hangouts), for almost a third less per month than rooms in that neighborhood usually go for. (Wonder what’s wrong with it?) If I move there I wont have to wake up til 5:30 or 6.
Happy New Year, everybody!!!
Maybe it has a bathroom with one of those ceiling lights, that some buildings there do. Then people in taller buildings can watch you showering. It’s hard to explain, but they really do have these funny tilting windows.
So, Scarlet, how was the room? You gonna take it? Why was it so cheap? Should I be minding my own business? Heck, for an extra hours sleep, I wouldn’t care what was wrong with it (except maybe no roof - I could live with anything else).
Hip, Hip…HOORAY!!!
Hip, Hip…HOORAY!!!
Hip, Hip…HOORAY!!!
Congrats, Scarlet! And thanks for the e-mail wishing me luck. 4AM does suck, but it’s temporary…hold onto that though in the wee hours
Zette
Love is like popsicles…you get too much you get too high.
Not enough and you’re gonna die…
Click here for some GOOD news for a change Zettecity
I fell in a vat of Chocolate…
I fell in a vat of Chocolate…
I fell in a vat of Chocolate…
Lolly too-dum lolly too-da day.
http://www.madpoet.com
Computers have let mankind make mistakes faster than any other invention, with the possible exception of tequila and handguns.
I yelled “fire” when I fell into the chocolate…
I yelled “fire” when I fell into the chocolate…
I yelled “fire” when I fell into the chocolate…
Lolly too-dum lolly too-da day.
Love is like popsicles…you get too much you get too high.
Not enough and you’re gonna die…
Click here for some GOOD news for a change Zettecity
Tom, why’d you yell fire when you fell into the chocolate?..(repeat)
Who would come help if I yelled, “Chocolate!”?
If you see a lady with big eyes and curly red hair,run!!
orange: It’s not the dizzy redhead I have to look out for, it’s the big tank of a woman who says “SPEED 'EM UP!”
Gratuitous Nit-Picking Dept.:
(except it’s not such a nit, I almost worship TomNDick) According to my vintage LP, the last line is,
I yelled FirecausenobodywouldcomesavemeifIyelled CHOCOLATE!!!
Lahdee doo dum Lah dee doo dum dayyyyyyy!
Yeah, I havent been able to get that song out of my head since the interview, when the HR woman said I’d have to wear clothes that it was okay to spill chocolate on.
And most of my time has been spent taking things off a conveyor belt and putting them in boxes before theyre dropped off into a waste bin, JUST LIKE LUCY!!! And yeah, I wear a funny little hat.
No, Im not taking the room - she’s renting it to someone who called about it sooner than I did, which is only fair. But it was awfully small. Walk-in closet size. So now I can find one that’s even better.
It does not matter that we are descended from the apes; the important thing is not to go back. – Richard Wagner