Today was our Thanksgiving luncheon. Sounds fancy, huh? If you don't work in a school, and you hear the phrase "Thanksgiving luncheon," you may picture something very Norma Rockwell-y, like this:
But if you work in a school and you hear the words "Thanksgiving luncheon," you may picture something along the lines of this:
You know that the words Thanksgiving luncheon = plops of potatoes and squishy cranberry sauce. Kids poking at piles of stuffing saying, "I don't like it. Ew." and eating only the whipped cream off of their tiny square of pumpkin pie. Drinking one slurp of their milk, taking the tiniest, most miniscule nibble of turkey and then making barfing noises. Kids.
As support staff this year, it was my job to yell at kids in the cafeteria help make sure things ran smoothly.
I spent two hours standing next to the lunch line, shoving forks into the potato plops on the kids' tray and alternating between,
"Have a nice lunch," and
"USE TWO HANDS TO HOLD YOUR TRAY!"
I cleaned up two green bean spills caused by the weight of the milk on one side overbalancing the weight of the invisibly small scoop of cranberry sauce on the other.
I asked four kids not to kick each other on the table. (Not bad. Those were only the ones I caught while shoving forks, though.)
I complimented at least fifty headdresses, turkey hats, and various headbands with items shoved/glued on.
I required eight children to eat all of at least one thing on their plates. All the potatoes, all the stuffing, all the roll for all I care, but ALL OF ONE THING! NO FULL TRAYS IN THE TRASH CAN!
Yup. That's what my college degree did for me today.
But at the end of the day, I went to check my box, and this was in it. Our office staff loves pinterest.
So I'm happy.
Don't worry. I haven't forgotten. Still gathering special things for you from some of your favorite bloggers and other stuff, too. It's happening next week!