Just when the economy hits the skids I decide to be rich. My timing sucks. I can’t handle being poor another minute with the misery and the poverty and the boat with the hungry mouths getting a little full lately.
The more the miserable but damn it to hell I wanted to be a Luxury Girl! By the looks of the recruiting poster you don’t have to be very young or attractive and the job descriptions look simple enough. Four departments; devious, amoral, wiley, and naive, all of which I excel.
Depressions are so depressing what with all the strict codes of behavior, no conspicuous consumption, no more luxury goods, no more Luxury Girls. Oh why has everyone stopped buying Luxury Girls?
I hate being poor...I’m always poor...Like when playing the game of LIFE I’ll draw the luxury career card plus luxury salary card then loose it to another player. Damn you game of LIFE!