Work

I met an adorable little girl today at work named Mia. Mia is five years old and an inspiring ballerina. She made it a point to show me al of her moves like courtesies, stances and little clumsy attempts at pirouettes. She reminded me of a little boy I knew who liked ponies and tap dancing. I miss him.

At first, Mia was quite shy but broke the ice by displaying her uncanny ability to become invisible and became quite irritable when I didn’t at first realize she was using her super powers, and again when she no longer wished to use them but I was under the impression that she was.

After that she wouldn’t stop hugging me, asking how she might help me, and paraded me around the dinning room floor while clasping my pinky with her small hand.

She was disappointed that I did not sit and partake in some of her ice-cream and was super sad when it was time to go.

I want to be a daddy. I want a little wonderful child like Mia in my life. I think I would be a great dad. But what to do about fertilizing that egg…

I wish all of my customers were as pleasant and offered to share their deserts with me.

Memorable customers this week: Vera Wang, Duran Duran (twice), Marc Jabobs, The owner of Club Monaco, A Japanese actor whose name I wont attempt to spell, the CEO of Tommy Hilfiger, and a caravan of models (way too many to mention).

Work is fun. except for one not so likeable manager, soar feet, and the most federally taxed checks I have ever seen.