Pretty much every day someone croons, “I want your job!!”
My usual response is something surly like, “You’ll get my job when you pry it out of my cold, grimy fingers.”
In truth, we all love being cheesemongers at Rainbow. Yes, we really do get paid to eat cheese, talk to strangers, and not have a boss. Members of our department generally get along well, work hard, and have fantastic senses of humor. Things are swell, and we have you cheese lovers to thank for it.
Thank you.
Thank you thank you thank you thankyouthankyouthankyou. Thank you. We do appreciate you.
Lest you turn mold-green with envy, I’ll give you a peek at some of the less pleasant aspects of the job. It’s not actually a parade of gustatory delight.
First, everyone has preferences, and it’s our job to taste all the cheeses, not just our favorites.
Second, when a cheese comes in slimy or marbled with sinister green, or it smells like a zombie’s dirty drawers, it’s our job to ascertain whether this cheese is tasty enough to sell to you, or nasty enough to send back. This job requires us to use all of our senses and negotiation skills.
The negotiations might go something like this: “Awww, come on, I tasted the last two funky batches of Tomino de Padella.* I’m not going near that thing. Smell it! It’s pure evil!”
To which someone might reply: “Okay, okay, I’ll taste it. This is the best batch I’ve ever had! Toughen up! I’ll make a sign for the customers saying it’s ugly but delicious.”
Third, our work takes a lot of physical energy. We do a lot of lifting, working in cold refrigerators, repetetive motions, and we wash our hands constantly, which isn’t half as fun as one might think.
Fourth, because this is a worker-owned cooperative and nobody’s in charge, we have tons of meetings. When you’re coveting our job, don’t forget to covet our interminable meetings.
*Note: I’ve never ever actually seen Tomino de Padella look funky. It’s a lovely soft little cow and sheep milk cheese. Perfect in every way, tender, mellow, milky, and immensely dignified. Okay, maybe I’m projecting my own immense dignity onto this cheese, but it is very good, and it may have been unfair to use it as an example of why working with cheese isn’t for the weak-stomached.