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No Poems?

It can’t be forced, Hunny Bunny…

This is why, I didn’t enjoy writing for money…

I didn’t like having to “use my brain” at a specific time — when I show up to the office — and then needing to squeeze every ounce of creativity out by a certain deadline… for the sake of company profits…

But u were good at it. When u had to be. 

Yeah, but I didn’t enjoy it…

Not even a little bit?

I can’t think of even one project.

I had more fun at the chocolate shop learning how to make chocolate hampers.

What chocolate hampers?

They were like gift baskets ๐Ÿงบ ๐ŸŽ ๐Ÿ’

Oh?

We didn’t have to design them. Someone else in head office already designed them… we just had to assemble them…

Well, sometimes we do a customised one for a customer so then we had to use our brains for them…

But u enjoyed assembling a chocolate gift basket…

Yes?! It was oddly satisfying.

It was something tangible.

No words. Just chocolate. In a visual package.

Customers respond to it when they see it… ๐Ÿ‘€!!! “Ooh that one?!” And then their choices change depending on budgets…

But whoever is at the other end of that gift… they get the same feeling of delight we all had when we first looked at it.

“Wow! What a lovely basket of gifts!”

It’s such a human reaction.

Maybe the person giving it will have a card too.

Oh, sometimes we added the card for them as well, like a florist…

U read other people’s gift messages…

True… I did… and then I was touched by some people’s choices of words…

Aww… what words?

I can’t repeat them here… but there were some touching messages… โค๏ธ

You know what it felt like?

It felt like we were Santa’s little elves… I really enjoyed it for some reason…

๐Ÿคฃ Santa’s little elves…

Yeah… after the corporate millennial burnout… I enjoyed being there for a short while…

And you’re still healing now…

Sort of…?

I’m distracted tho, you’re distracting me!!!

Wrecking my plans, being my man…

๐Ÿ˜๐Ÿ˜๐Ÿ˜ lol…

Which was your favourite chocolate basket?

Mmm… golden with love hearts…

Like lots of gold and red? โค๏ธ

I liked rainbow ๐ŸŒˆ ones too…

There was a lot… cute teddy bears ๐Ÿป…

Okay it seems u really liked a lot of different baskets…

Yes. There was a sense of satisfaction in making something with my hands…

You know when you came in to see me incognito and I saw your hands I was thinking, “Has this person ever worked a day in their life?!”

How could you have such soft looking, elegant hands?!? And for a MAN?!?!?

๐Ÿ˜…๐Ÿ˜…๐Ÿ˜… I have worked!!!

Well it didn’t age your hands?

How did that happen?

I don’t know, moisturising gloves?

U use them?

Sometimes…

Guys don’t usually have such soft hands…

๐Ÿคฃ๐Ÿคฃ๐Ÿคฃ I am not purposefully trying to have feminine hands! These are just my hands!!! I don’t even think about it.

They’re not hands that have worked in hospitality. They’re not hands that have had to build a brick house!!!

Oh… I see what you mean…

It’s okay, I don’t mind… but I noticed that about your hands even when you were incognito… ๐Ÿ‘€

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