Lessons Learned
So I asked a bunch of my uni friends to write a diary entry to post on this site so you could all see what it is like in our collective shoes. And a friend of mine, I kid you not wrote this. I thought I should post it simply because you will probably find as much amusement in it as I do.
People can be so awful, dear diary!
People—at least the peasants of the middle and working class and that oh so unmentionable class below that–for which I cannot actually remember a name but I will discern here as ‘paupers’—are cruel. They do not understand where the upper folk such as I George Henry the Fifth arrive from. Take the following short story, for example:
Last week I was forced to take a job stacking shelves at a popular supermarket in the city of
Anyway, I have gone from the point.
I had to get this job because I have met a rather fine female named Delilah; now, Delilah is lower in class than me, but her body is very fine and her brain and intellect, as far as I can make out now without subjecting her to rigorous testing, are a shade below me too. So the reason for the job is this: I would like Delilah to think me a man of the world. If that means lowering my standards to subterranean depths then so be it, dear diary.
Now, on this day, I ran into difficulty with the manager—the small bald man who believes himself to be better than I. He told me I could not wear my industrial gardening gloves while stacking shelves, simply because they did not match the purported supermarket image. Now, I soon lost my patience: I had recently had my nails manicured and I did not wish to ruin them for vegetables. But did he understand? Of course not! This is what I am talking about. I feel the following year in this big smoke place will be fraught with difficulties–
So before I log off, I have something to admit. I love Hayden Panettiere (sorry Warren). I was going through the most recent season on dvd well into the night and the acting was brilliant! I would highly recommend this one to all of you…