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I can have these articles for you by Friday evening. I am just starting out as a freelancer, and am eager to build my portfolio. Below is a blog I wrote a few years ago. If my blog isn't enough, I will be happy to draft one of these articles for you in order to show you the quality of my work.
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Nicole Morris
Got BOGO on the brain? Well I did today, (sort of) so I high tailed it to Pay Less purchase hip, close-toed, dress shoes. Good Luck finding anything hip at Pay Less!! The closest thing to fashionable I found there was a line of shoes called “Starlet” designed by none other that the fatacular, flabuliscous, & egocentric Star Jones-Reynolds whom I completely detest. I’ll spare you the many reasons why I abhor her... for now.
Anyway, back to my mission: Hip close-toed shoes. Why close-toed when there are hundreds of cute open-toed shoes? In a final battle with my boss this week, I conceded and agreed to buy shoes that were appropriate for work. So I walked up and down the isle of 7 ½’s for about 45 minutes, and as each minute passed, I became more and more depressed.
Here I was, the ripe old age of 25, and strolling around Pay Less to find shoes. This is what my life was reduced to, searching fiercely for frumpy shoes at Pay Less of all places. I was spending my last $30 to look appropriate for work where tonight I’ll make just about what I spent today.
Why not Macy’s? Why not Manolo Blaniks? I kept asking myself as I picked up and tried on one plastic old woman shoe after another. Each more cheesy and tacky than the last, I searched for the perfect shoe while contemplating the penny pinching, coupon clipping BOGO chasing nightmare that was now my life. It won’t always be this way, one more year of college to go, and then you’ll be making money, I kept assuring myself .This time it was out loud which drew a few stares, but what did I care? I was in Pay Less.
Finally, I picked out two pairs of shoes. They were flat, pointy, plastic, and close-toed. I also picked up a pair of white flip-flops, and a pink purse. I love purses, even from Pay Less. I bet by now you are wondering why is this rant entitled Lazy Parenting and Pay Less Shoes, when all I have discussed is the shoes. Well if you would be patient I’m getting to it. Geez!
So, I took my pile of plastic to the counter to spend my last $30. Let’s all join together in a moment of silence for my dearly departed funds, and fashion sense…. Okay, that’s enough. Anyway, as the cashier man handed me my change, I fumbled around my faux Louie Vuitton wallet to find the place where you put the change, to no avail of course. There is no place to put change. Way to spend $18 on a wallet with no change compartment Nik! The things we do in the name of fashion. Enough digressions let me get to the point.
As I fumbled, I dropped a dime on the floor. I decided to put my change away first and then pick up the dime. I’m broke, and getting married in 3 months, I need the dime. In my hesitation the 7 or 8-year-old girl behind me saw an opportunity. She dashed for the dime as her mother looked on.
In the brief moment it took for the cockles of my heart to warm for this little girl who was going to retrieve and return my dime to me, the little girl pocketed the dime, looking me straight in the face. Her mother, in an attempt to stop her child she told her to wait. Wait? Wait for what? Wait for me to look away first before she blatantly steals from me? Well, in my disbelief, and rage I was speechless. My hot Irish/Italian temper was no match for my utter disgust. I gave the child and her mother my grandfather’s infamous “Mupo glare” which has made the toughest of men, women, and beast pee themselves, and walked out.
What this experience means in the grand scheme of things is still unclear to me. My feeling sorry for myself was replaced with disappointment in the world where cute little red headed girls steal from poor college students. A world where Star Jones designs the cutest shoes. A world where…ooooh a sale and New York & Company…