Two years have come and gone and I’m writing this entry from the coffee shop where my mother once suggested I apply to work http://chewtoy.wordpress.com/2007/06/16/femme-blaspheme/
I’m happier. I’m thinner. I have two really kick ass jobs. And best of all, I get to sit here on my ass and write when I wanna instead of schlepping coffee. Albeit, I did spend six months schlepping coffee, just not here, I schlepped for people who mattered.
Listen closely youngins. If you’re gonna wipe asses and schlep coffee, make sure its for people who count, people who have the jobs you want, people who will someday poke their nose above the steam of their triple skim mocha chunk frappa-latte-cinos and notice you…. Don’t degrade yourself behind a counter, schlepping house coffees for the neighbor who always throws loud parties, the guy down the street who always steals your paper, or the woman upstairs who flushes the toilet 23 times a day, ESPECIALLY while you’re showering.
Schlep smart.
