I hate shopping.
I hate shopping for furniture.
I hate shopping with TV Stevie.
But it was really hot, our house isn't air conditioned, and he offered to drive. Lo and behold, we actually found a kitchen table we both like.
I would like it even more if we could replace the hideous chairs he adores.
It's a big table. TV Stevie tends to not understand that space is finite. Unless the stuff in the space belongs to someone else. That's another subject for another day.
Shopping for furniture while unemployed seems to be a trend in my circle:
- A few years ago, a friend was merged out of employment and replaced her entire living room.
- Several months ago, another friend fled her job in pursuit of sanity. I adore her new sofa. In fact, I'm jealous.
- Me? I get to move the horrid yellow Formica and chrome 1950s classic to the front porch and place a sturdy oak table in my kitchen.
And I don't have to take time off to have it delivered.
"Try not to become a man of success but rather to become a man of value." Albert Einstein
