The fridge across from the workbench at the bakery has started emitting these high pitched sing song noises at completely random intervals. Sometimes it will be a half hour before I hear one, sometimes they go off every two minutes. They're not loud enough to be piercing, but they do get obnoxious after a while, or they would if they didn't change keys frequently.
The first day I thought I was going to get a migraine and die, but afterward, my brain started getting acclimated and decided somewhere in between alien craft siren and whale communication the fridge is definitely singing.
It seems to get noisier when there's music on.
Don't ask me why! I work alone a lot damn it!
I may in fact be going legitimately bananas.
Sara and I definitely sang back to it on friday night.
I don't see how you can do a job like mine and not give the large, weird machines you depend on human attributes.
The Oven: BRUCE.
He is big and beefy, kind of dumb. Get's angry fast and you have to work around whatever the hell he feels like doing. You can trick him into doing something for you, but you have to make him think it's for his own benefit.
The Mixer: Marge.
Dopey, crotchety, not nearly as old and decrepit as she pretends to be. She just wants you to do EVERYTHING for her. If you aren't looking though, she's really quite fast and efficient.
The Scale: Pepe.
Pepe is french. Pepe is annoying. Pepe does not ever say for sure what he's doing. You get very frustrated with Pepe and say fuck it, we're going to do this anyway.
The fridge doesn't have a name yet. It still freaks me out a little. Perhaps it will be Ping or something.
I wrote a short story last week. I am editing it today and throwing it at a contest tomorrow. Perhaps it will win. There's got to be some reason my mind does things like lend personification to kitchen appliances.
Wouldn't that be nice?
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