November 23, 2009

The Captivating Tales of The Sandwich Factory.

After much agony, stress and deliberation as to what I am actually going to blog about, I finally decided to blog about myself, which should seem obvious, but I didn’t want to be one of THOSE people – the kind that blog about their ordinary days and what they’re doing and their significant others, all those things that no one really cares about. So with great effort I will try my best to avoid any of that, which is why I have decided to blog about my work, I probably won’t blog about it all the time, but definitely on occasion, because I think its funny and quirky, and I often tell my family and friends of the comedic occurrences that take place at my work. So maybe other people will find it funny too, since work places in general are funny, because of common similarities. It’s impossible to watch The Office and not recognise your boss or co-worker. Also, let me tell you, there is no union like the one that is formed when making people food.

I am one of those brilliantly lucky people who uphold a very glamorous, part time job, whilst at uni. I work at The Sandwich Factory, also known as Subway. I am not certain as to where the fantastic quirkiness of Subway begins, though I do have some idea. Firstly, I work with some damn funny people, which is always a good start, but I think the true brilliance is within the customers. The loyal customers who come in every day, some of which we can’t wait to see, because it’s the brightest part of our slavery, others we dread like a bad hang over.

This particular posting is going to be completely devoted to one particular person, who, if possible has put the term ‘loyal customer’ to shame, we call him The Comic Book Guy. I do not wish to be sued by Matt Groening, so to evade any court appearances, I am going to acknowledge that the reason he is called The Comic Book Guy is because he IS The Comic Book Guy from The Simpsons, this man embodies the character unconditionally, sadly for him, I do not believe it is intentional.

The Comic Book Guy comes into Subway every weekday, he doesn’t seem to come in on the weekends, he must take a well-deserved, leisurely break, after the long hours of hardcore comic book reading, which he endures during the week.

TCBG has been faithfully coming to Subway for at least six years. This probably wouldn’t seem so bizarre if he worked in the area and just came in on his lunch break, but no. This man clearly plans Subway into his carefully scheduled day. TCBG comes in, buys a medium drink and spends the afternoon reading books and helping him self to post-mix drinks. It also wouldn’t seem so peculiar if he was a really cheerful fellow, but he’s not, he’s quite unpleasant, he’s not nasty or anything, but for some one you see nearly every day you would think you would develop some kind of rapport, but nada. He’s perfectly happy to ignore you whilst you’re making his sandwich, as he leans on the glass of the sandwich unit and continues to read his book. He also feels that it is appropriate to take his shoes off and put his feet up on the chairs, all the while getting lost in Dungeons and Dragons. TCBG blissfully sits at Subway unbothered, and reads for hours, giving the staff joyful entertainment and something to talk about.

November 4, 2009

Hello World!

Well hello there!

This is the very first posting for Just follow the yellow brick blog. Admittedly, I had contemplated writing a blog before, however I was ever so inspired to do so after seeing Julie & Julia. Fantastic movie - Meryl Streep can do no wrong, I adore her. You are probably at the point where you're thinking this is a blog devoted to Meryl Streep, rest assure it is not, or maybe just on occasion anyway. My reasoning and inspiration to create a blog is the idea to pump my thoughts and ideas into the world, not that I am entirely sure that I have fantastic thoughts or ideas, nor am I aware if I'm particularly witty, thought provoking or genius-esque, never the less I shall blog away and hopefully write some entertaining ditties. Besides, if anyone, I know my dad will read them!

Peace Out. X