Monday, October 28, 2013

Why I Renounced the Esteemed Life of a Salad Artist

Note: 9 AM. Empty store. All duties finished.

It's called Mad Greens for a reason, you know.

I tried. I really tried. But alas, I do not have the soul of a true ar-TISTE.

Alsooooo I have a new job with flexible hours, pays 50% more, and kittens sit on my lap while I work. Also also, pole instruction is on my horizon. Real life coolness, here I come. 


  1. I like the way your deranged smile reminds me of Watterson's Calvin when he would start feeling evil. I'm glad you left, you are too good for that job. It sucks not to be able to be real. Wells Fargo makes their tellers kiss serious ass and it makes me feel uncomfortable as a client. I just want my check deposited, you don't need to ask me how my day was, shake my hand and tell me that it has been an "absolute pleasure" helping me. It's BS and degrading to them.

    1. Thank you! Oh my god, sometimes I just wonder "maybe people just want to get a salad and NOT make a new BFF." I know if it were me, I'd appreciate being left alone every now and then. So I only make lots of conversation when I have genuine things to say and I only smile when I actually feel, yknow, happy about something. It's creepy to just smile all the time.