As you may know, I've been working as a dog walker for the past month. This is generally the epitomy of awesome. I get paid to walk around and play with dogs. Yup, win all around. Perhaps the only downside to the job is the buildings I go to. A lot of these buildings are freshly opened condos for the newly married (and newly rich) young couples. This is in NO WAY a judgment of my clients. I even like the Republican clients with "Going Rogue" on the coffee table. (They are surprisingly nice and their dog is the man) What gets under my skin is the attitude in these buildings.
First, I find it beyond awkward having a revolving door, um, revolved for me. The whole point of a revolving door is that it's easy to use. There are even two regular doors on either side if people really need doors held for them. But here these guys are, jump starting the convenience for me. Isn't that like getting carried up an escalator?
Of course, the pandering and placating dies as soon as they remember I am but a lowly dog walker. Then I need a personal escort to the service elevator, lest I ruin the pompous ambience. Oh no! Heaven forbid a commoner take a regular elevator. This would ruin the fine oak interior of this state of the art upward propulsion device. A rube such an myself could never operate such an advanced machine. Best send the super up with me. That way you ensure i will get to my destination safely and wont muck up the hallways with my stench of the working class.
Okay, rant over, back to gloating about my job. I get paid to do this:
She's two pounds! I win? I win.
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