Hello Again!
In our last installment our intrepid entrepreneur had been sent packing from a posh hotel and was eagerly awaiting the decision from a café owner that could possibly affect her entire life. If you missed the first two episodes click CATCH UP before going on. OK so let’s discover the fate of our heroin.
June 2014
The husband began by saying how
much he and his wife enjoyed my shortbread. He waxed lyrical about the flavor
the texture and the size, he had nothing but good words to say about my
cookies. I smiled and I began to relax. All that needless worry; I should have
known that my cookies would speak for themselves. I should have known that
anyone with a discerning pallet would simply love my cookies. After all they
are awesome, I am awesome and I am going to make a whole truck load of money
from making cookies. Life is wonderful, I love life, and I love everyone in it.
We are all beautiful wonderful people and I want to run and hug and kiss
everyone on the entire planet.
Suddenly I was snapped back to
reality when I heard the words, “Sorry but at the end of the day we could make
shortbread ourselves”.
Dazed and confused I sat for a
moment shaking my head. I could not compute, my system was crashing and I tried
to reboot but everything went black.
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Blinking rapidly my mind began to
carve a path through the fog. I began to comprehend words again and I realised
with great dismay that they….DID NOT WANT MY COOKIES. I tried hard to muster my
best stiff upper lip but as I am someone who’s facial expressions tell all I am
sure that he could see how shocked and disappointed I was. I made my excuses
and left as quickly as I could without running through the place. I got to the
car park and rummaged through my bag. I needed a fag like yesterday. But before
I could light it I found myself in tears. I rushed to the car and jumped in.
WHAT ON EARTH SHALL I DO NOW?
I had lost my job, I had invested
the last of my money in scheme that just blew up in my face and I did not even
get to have the interview I was called for the day before. It was hopeless. I
was hopeless. I had no back-up plan and no clue as to what I could do. There
was no hope!
I wiped my face and started the
car. It was a long, slow and painful drive home. I had been expecting to be
planning making cookies for the café on my return journey. But instead I was
completely dejected. A failure! AGAIN!
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SO IS IT ALL OVER FOR OUR HEROIN???
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