This was my idea. This was my idea. This was my idea. This was my idea. This was my idea. This was my idea.
Life is incredibly not fair.
Awhile back, I signed up for one of those mystery shopper thingies. I chose one that didn't require that you pay them a fee or buy a book; I thought it would be just a fun thing to do. I envisioned Terese and I going out for free lunches, or strolling through trendy shops, but when I reviewed the available assignments they just were not my idea of fun. Like spending 45 minutes in a cable company's storefront.
Seriously. You couldn't pay me enough to put myself through that kind of torture. Honestly.
So I just kind of wrote the whole thing off and life went on, during which time I started on my adventure with an autoimmune/paleo type diet.
And then, I got an email from this mystery shopper place, asking me if I would be interested in
BUYING KRISPY KREME DONUTS, EATING THEM, AND EVALUATING THE QUALITY OF THE DONUTS, THE STAFF AND THE STORE.
AND I WOULD BE PAID FOR THIS.
I am not kidding.
After making a solemn oath to follow a diet that is completely free of anything even remotely dounut-like, this is just a cruel, cruel twist of fate here, people.
I......I......well.....I think I may need to go lie down......sob......