We totally didn't have time to do it, what with all the jobs and meetings flying around, but feedings are an unfortunate biological need, so my friend and I dashed across the street to Chick-Fil-A at noon today.
"I can't believe I wanted to be a writer when I grew up," I told her as we waited to cross.
"I wish I could go back to college," she replied, "just so I could tell the graphic design majors that their careers would be spent mostly making changes."
"I'd tell the writing majors to just give the clients what they want. It's just not worth the fight," I sighed. "I sometimes wish I could just go work in a store."
So we started fantasizing about the perfect jobs for us if we could make the same salary we now make.
We decided we'd work at Trader Joe's. She would be the wine specialist and I'd be the sample lady. That way, we could work within chatting distance and hook each other up all day. And we'd never have to worry about what to wear to work, as we'd have our sassy Trader Joe's Hawaiian shirts to wear with jeans.
On the downside, we realized, we'd probably have to undergo quite a bit of team-building, which we both hate. "I could deal with that," I told her, "as long as I could work the cash register, ringing the bell and shouting 'We've got a landlubber!' from time to time."
If I could shout several times a day, I think I'd be a very happy Leigh Ann.
Posts
3 comments:
You should have never gotten me started on Trader Joe's!! They don't have them in CO because of our jacked up (read Republican) liquor laws. Every time we go to San Francisco to visit Mike's parents, I ship a huge box home. (It got a little out of hand and I now have about ten pounds of jasmine rice in my cabinet) I wanna work there, too!!! That is the perfect job. Maybe when you become a rich and famous novelist, you can work there one day a week or something...just to keep yourself in wine and samples :) I fantasize about something similar everyday.
Ha! Cara!
We just got the first one in our state a year ago, and I bitch that it's in the suburbs, a 20-minute drive away. Each time I go, I buy all the Gyoza dumplings in the frozen section and call my best gay boyfriend to ask me how many bottles of Chuck he wants!
I can't believe Colorado's liquor laws could be worse than the ones in our blood-red state. Bars that don't sell food have to be private clubs and sell memberships still to this day.
The sunflower photo of you is very funny on a lot of levels but yet you look good in it (very important). It kinda makes you look like a turkey. So then I thought of this asian guy I worked with at starbucks – when he was a child, he drew a turkey, by drawing his hand, remember those? Anyway, his mama said in an asian accent, That no turkey, that your hand.
Post a Comment