Showing posts with label job pawnbroker chew spit. Show all posts
Showing posts with label job pawnbroker chew spit. Show all posts

Good Girls Don't Swallow

Wow, ok, so the pawnbroker guy phoned up and offered me a part-time job for when they sort stuff out, so about a month away. I accepted, of course, but if I get the call-center job I'll feel bad for having to call up and say I can't work. I'll worry about it if and when it happens.

Anyway, something I meant to mention yesterday. See, in the morning there was some coffee and walnut cake left out for me. I meant to coat it in salt or washing-up liquid so I couldn't eat it (I couldn't throw it out straight away, I can't waste food that way) but I left it too late, and I knew that I would eat the cake. So, I had a brainwave. 

I would chew it, enjoy the delicious cake, savour the taste, then spit it out

I did, and it was brilliant. I got to enjoy the cake without actually eating it. All the taste-zero calories :P