When I recently left a lucrative supermarket job to pursue my Starving Writer phase, I couldn’t help feel survivor’s guilt. I fled with my soul intact, but how could I lend moral support to those left behind?
Then there was the question of my legacy. What would my loving contribution mean to Coles Supermarkets Australia Pty Ltd ten years from now? I had to leave behind a message for the ages.
Also, the staff room really needed some coffee mugs.
There they remain to this day; silent sentinels to the stars.