A Writer's Desk
A couple weeks ago, I bought a new desk. Previously, my desk didn't look unlike my new desk. Except it was cheap. It had cheap drawers, and a cheap feel, and when I got too excited, it would wobble. Since writing is my occupation, it doesn't seem like a very good idea to have the bedrock of one's career consist of something as unstable as sand or reeds in the wind or poorly made furniture. It took me a long time to find this new desk. It is not my dream desk, but I sat down at it in the store, and it seemed to work. I said to the saleswoman, "It's kind of like that guy you meet, who has a good job and probably won't break up with you. It will do."