"Luggage? This entire thing was about luggage?"
I was horrified today. As many of you may recall, I have spent countless bits of nowhere waxing ecstatic about the wonders of having so much damned spare time on my hands. I've always adored having more time than I knew what to do with, and especially loved slipping into a lethargic coma-like state due to all those hours. Yet today, that has all come to a crashing end.
Because starting Friday, I get to sell luggage.
Well...not luggage, per say. The store in question is a retailer by the name of "Bentley", and I get to join the ranks of the few, the proud, the people with paychecks. So instead of my usual passtime of sitting around in sheer boredom, I now get to dance down the mall with backpacks and schoolbags, lift high the might name of the carry-on, and lovingly fondle leather briefcases when no one's looking.
I have no more expansive leisure time. I have no opportunity to be driven into a spiralling madness by boredom. And I couldn't be happier. Why am I so willing to give up all this luxurious freedom? Because when you strip it all away, it comes down to the money. And my need thereof it.
In other news, I have searched the Internet high and low, as well as a number of book store cooking sections, and so far I can say that I have found nothing that would imply there is such a thing as
gnu pâté. Perhaps any aspiring chefs out there would like to revolutionize the cooking world be creating this new and innovative hors d'eouvre...and then sell it at exorbantly high prices.
Today's Lesson: sometimes it takes a little patience and a little luck before things start to happen, and sometimes it takes a lot of patience and a little luck. Other times all it takes is a rubber chicken and a suit of armour.
posted by Phillip at 1:30 PM
