Cheez-Whiz

The Chemistry project is nearing its final stages. Oddly, cheese seems to have been adopted as the Official Food of the Chemistry Project.

I think it began when the clients were discussing hazards that require first responders to shut down the highway system. Seems that a truck overturned in their area and hazmat crews were called out. It turned out to be a truck full of cheese. The whimsy of Hazardous Cheese so enchanted Robin that she got a block of Velveeta and pasted a chemical hazard label on it. It sat on the Project Manager’s desk for some time. This is the Honorary Block O’ Cheese. It has provoked many a Who Moved My Cheese remark.

At the next meeting, the clients were discussing a lesson, and they identified it as “The Cheese Sandwich lesson,” because in it cheese sandwiches are used as an analogy for explaining limiting reactants. Our Practice Leader was so pleased by the positive client meeting that she bought the office grilled cheese sandwiches from local bar Trainwreck. Two cheese references determine a motif. So, it became all about the cheese.

Third client meeting passed without any mention of cheese, except for Robin’s forced “That sounds so cheesy” to get in the obligatory cheese reference.

The Honorary Block O’ Cheese, which has been slowing bending to the will of gravity and heat, was awarded this past week to Ed. He protested that Robin had put an equal amount of effort into the project’s success that week and then suggested we “split” the cheese.

I said, “Seriously, Ed? Split the cheese?”
“Yeah, we get a knife and … and … divide it in half, right down the middle, so we both get half.”
“‘Split it, ‘you say. ‘Divide it in half.’”
“Yeah.”
“You just don’t want to to say ‘cut the cheese,’ do you?
“Well, yeah.”

It was so cute. Just what I would have done. I’m not a great fan of flatulence humor, but Robin spent the rest of the afternoon giggling that Ed had cut the cheese: