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The interview trail has really spoiled me. I already had a taste for fine things (raised by a poh single mom but have rich blood on my paternal side, so must have a hereditary inclination toward refinement, the genes of which were turned on during the past three months of travels) but never had them. A couple hotels in particular just about killed me, the most noteable being Hanover Inn in New Hampshire, which combined my country girl background with my taste for quality service and finery. (Sorry for the run-on sentences, but as you can probably tell, I'm excited).
Now I really want a nice desk in my home office, and there's one at Pottery Barn that I LOVE because it looks like a table you'd see at a nice library, libraries being another of my passions. But it costs $1000! Now I do own my own place, and we stand to make quite a bit of money when we sell it after only two years. That's because it was on the market for three months and nobody wanted to buy it because of it's cosmetic appearance, which we have been steadily improving. So anyway, I could probably afford the desk, but that's pretending that my student loans don't exist. Pathologists spend a lot of time at their desks, wouldn't this help me in my studies (stretching, here)? It's really a lovely desk.
I also want someone to come turn my bed down every night and leave maple crunch chocolates from Vermont on my pillow.
Wah. Someone slap me, please.
Now I really want a nice desk in my home office, and there's one at Pottery Barn that I LOVE because it looks like a table you'd see at a nice library, libraries being another of my passions. But it costs $1000! Now I do own my own place, and we stand to make quite a bit of money when we sell it after only two years. That's because it was on the market for three months and nobody wanted to buy it because of it's cosmetic appearance, which we have been steadily improving. So anyway, I could probably afford the desk, but that's pretending that my student loans don't exist. Pathologists spend a lot of time at their desks, wouldn't this help me in my studies (stretching, here)? It's really a lovely desk.
I also want someone to come turn my bed down every night and leave maple crunch chocolates from Vermont on my pillow.
Wah. Someone slap me, please.