“Life Is A Box Of Chocolates…”

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It’s something about the truth  that people just can’t digest well. And, for the life of me, I still can’t understand why?

Yes, there are times when the truth does hurt like a shooting bullet. But, at least I’m not serving you a bologna sandwich layered with soaked iceberg lettuce, glazed with cheap mustard and room temperature mayo.

So, here is my dilemma.

I told you guys I was working right?

Well, if I haven’t, it’s probably because I’m still trying to classify my new job between these two categories:

  1. Either as the book of “JOB” found in the Bible. Or;
  2.  As  volunteer hours with the Dollar ($) sign compensation stamped on my check stub.

Although for the most part, I do enjoy my daily routine at work, but God still has to do some serious explaning to do.

Yes, I  do love the fact that I have a chance to interact with different characters. It’s like watching a different movie every hour, truly every day is unique. I also get my daily exercise walking back and forth from one unit to another. While all along I dance with humor and play my favorite culinary role as a make believe CHEF.

In fact, one of my clients can eat pork chop every second of the day. Frankly, I don’t know why I even bother to ask him “What do you want to eat today?”

And, while he rubs his knees, he will smile to say “Some Pork-CHOP!”

With his eyes shining like the sun in its full glory overshadow his whole face. I can’t help but laugh.

On the other hands, this morning after I took one of my patient blood pressure, and he noted the result was sky-high he said to me, “It’s too high don’t you think?”

To make him laugh, I answered  back, “You’ve been doing this longer than I have, so YOU should tell me!”

“But” He said hesitantly, “You- You are the nurse, aren’t you?”

“A NURSE!” I yelled. “Do I look like a nurse to you?”

“Well, I think you do.”

I said to him, “Remember when I told you this certificate was for survival purpose only, but my major was in the paralegal field?”

“Yes, but I thought you would change your mind by now.”

“Change my mind?” I made sure I place both of my hands upon my hip to portray my discontentment.

“You hurt my feeling.” He said.

I guess he was serious, because of his sad countenance. So you think this was the time when any sensitive normal human being would lie their way out of the situation. But, I guess it was unfortunate for him. Because the fact is, as you may all be aware by now, I’m pretty much an abnormal person.

My philosophy? Yes, the truth does hurt. But the truth when sprinkled with a little consideration and humor can be liberating as well. So I said to him,

“Come on! I’m a Moses by inheritance, so the law runs through my veins, and nature is my passion, so that’s why I’m an artist.  You remember Moses, he ruled over both the law and nature. so, don’t you want me to be happy?”

“Of course, I want.”

I purposely interrupted him before he could finish his sentence.

He quickly raised his head to stare at me with a shocking expression on his face. But, I acted as if I didn’t notice and kept on talking.

“Besides, if I keep this job I would be confine to roommate with the scorpions and the cactus in this desert, and even then I might still get an eviction notice from my landlord.”

“NADEGE!” He yelled. While laughing his heart out.

“Now who’s going to take care of us – make us laugh like you do?”

I answered, “Don’t worry, I intend to have even the Mayor of this City at your service. The elevator is now working isn’t it?”

He answered with a smile “Sure is – sure is!”

So you see! “Forest Gump Mamma said: “Life is like a box of chocolates. You never know what you’re gonna get.”

I answered, “I agree, but should that stop me from singing: “These are a few of my favorite things!!!”

stars

 

 

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One thought on ““Life Is A Box Of Chocolates…”

    cbholganza said:
    July 4, 2016 at 9:57 am

    You, my dear, are an angel in disguise! Keep up the good work!🤗😊😋

    Liked by 1 person

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