Would You Like Some Baba Ganoush with Your Tandoori Chicken?

Desperate as I was for sleep, I, apparently, had something else on my mind.  A new career, perhaps?  A new career, you say?  Isn't being employed at one of the best companies in the state enough?  Apparently not.  Last night I slept for 10 hours straight.  That's right.  Ten continuous hours of lustful frolicking with a youthful Sean Connery.  But alas, it was not to be.  Instead, I dreamt I was one of those drive-up order takers at a - get this - Indian, Greek, and American fast food joint.  For $8.25 per hour, I had to be trilingual and surly, all at the same time.  Suffice to say, my subconscious is crying out for help, longing for a greasy bag of curly fries and a side order of tzatziki sauce. 

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