Apparently, I still have some secrets.
I’ve been spewing things onto the internet via this website for almost 7 years now, and sometimes I feel as though I’ve run out of things to talk about. It’s especially difficult to come up with interesting topics now that I’m not out on the town every day doing the 9-5 thing – there are very few good stories to be found in the domestic fondue that fills my day.
However, thanks to an off-hand comment made at yesterday’s breakfast, I have at least one more thing to talk about to stave off the inevitable flow of “what area of the apartment I cleaned today”. Are you excited? Are you salivating with the thought of new titillating tidbits from my mysterious life? Yeah, I bet.
I used to work in a car dealership.
And .. that’s about it. I was a hostess, the one who would greet customers on the lot and try to find out what they were looking for, then pass the information on to a salesman who would then do the selling. I hated it. I’ve never been good at feeling people up for information, and it just felt so slimy to me. I was very bad at it, and I think I only kept the job for 6 months or so – at any rate, I quit just before my “graduation” because they weren’t going to give me time off to go to Lollapalooza. There’s a lot more to the story of course, but it was actually a really bad time in my life (alcohol, shady people, date rape) and I honestly don’t feel like telling it all. The whole “car dealership” thing only came up during yesterday’s group breakfast at Dadeo’s when we were talking about dream cars – mine is a red convertible Cabriolet, just like the one that split my left index finger open like a grape and left a memorable scar. Before that moment, I had pretty much forgotten it all.
There. One less secret!
Yesterday’s pot roast turned out amazing. I made some Yorkshire pudding to go with it, and I honestly thing the whole thing is one of the best meals I’ve ever made. I am so proud of me! It was my first ever pot roast, too! In fact, I think I’ll go have some leftovers now.