All week Paul has been very noncommittal about how he feels toward his new job.
"Meh, it's going okay," he says each night with little enthusiasm. Secretly this made me sad because I have been hoping that practicing BigLaw would delight Paul in a way that is only rivaled by the delight of the kids with the golden tickets in Willy Wonka's chocolate factory.
Today though, my hopes came true, only not in the way I had imagined, when Paul called me over lunch.
"There is a Panda Express just one block from my office!" he exalted.
Before I had a chance to respond, he continued excitedly, "AND a Jack-in-the-Box next door! I can follow up my orange chicken with a milkshake!"
Contentedly, he gushed "I have the perfect job."
Pablo my love, what would I do without you?