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Author: Amanda Hearty
twelve salad plates, and God knows how many sandwiches, but she loved it. She still couldnât believe how quickly her life had changed. Her finance job felt like a lifetime ago, and although the gossip and chat with the girls had been good fun in there, and drinks on a Friday had always been wild, she didnât miss the work. Towards the end she had found the constant talk of who got what bonus, and who was on what salary, very cold and materialistic. She had wanted a job that she was passionate about, that made her smile, that stretched her mind, and most of all gave her joy. Salaries and bonuses shouldnât come into it, and although everyone needed to pay the bills, you did have to weigh up what made you happy and how you wanted to live your life. And Molly wanted to be surrounded by food, ingredients, tastes, smells, chatter and laughter. Sometimes you needed to take a pay cut to get where you wanted, where your heart wanted tobring you to; and you needed to listen to that heart, and not your bank account.
Of course if it hadnât been for Lukeâs encouragement and support and her Auntie Franâs belief in her, she would still be stuck working in the bank, earning lots of money but being totally unhappy. But now Molly felt lucky, so blessed. Life was good.
Molly clipped back her long dark hair, and unwrapped her Parma ham and Italian cheese on ciabatta bread. It was hard to get a few minutes to yourself during the day, so she often didnât eat her own meal until well after the lunch crowd had left. That was why, at four thirty, she was finally eating.
As she washed down her lunch with a bottle of the organic apple juice they kept in Heavenly she got a text message from Luke reminding her he was finishing work at five, and not to be late. He had booked to go to the latest James Bond film in the Savoy cinema at half past five, with the intention of grabbing dinner after the film. Luke didnât like her being late, he was always on time. Molly knew she had a few more cakes to finish and deliver to a local firm that wanted to celebrate a birthday after work, and she worried that she might not make it to the Savoy on time; she didnât want to upset Luke, he had been so good to her. Molly had been so unlike herself, so moody and depressed for the last year in her job, and had often taken it out on Luke, and they had fought almost every night. But now that he had helped her move jobs she felt they were getting on better; even though he didnât understand her need to go to work extra early just soshe could have the kitchen to herself and invent new recipes. Still, she knew he loved her and wanted things to work out for them. She quickly finished her drink and started to walk back to work. She needed to get her cake icing done ASAP!
9
Ben wolfed down his cornflakes while trying to read the newspaper and iron a shirt for work. He was late as usual, and yet âthe more haste the less speedâ was his philosophy, so he was re-reading the Irish Times report on that weekendâs Liverpool match. He crossed the pristine Shaker-style kitchen and opened the dishwasher to pack his cereal bowl, but saw the dishwasher had just finished and was full of clean dishes and cutlery. Damn, he thought, to pack this one dish Iâm going to have to unpack about fifty other ones. No way, he decided, and instead washed his cereal bowl in the sink and replaced it in the press. Mum will never know, he thought!
Ben hopped on the 46a bus and put on his iPod, and as U2 blared away in the background he thought about what lay ahead of him in work that day. He was a sports correspondent on one of the daily free newspapers. He was not an editor, or even a full-time reporter, but he didnât care. He loved sport, especially football, and was having a laugh being able to go to matches and reporton them. And although the money wasnât that good, he couldnât expect it to be, either. He hadnât trained
Of course if it hadnât been for Lukeâs encouragement and support and her Auntie Franâs belief in her, she would still be stuck working in the bank, earning lots of money but being totally unhappy. But now Molly felt lucky, so blessed. Life was good.
Molly clipped back her long dark hair, and unwrapped her Parma ham and Italian cheese on ciabatta bread. It was hard to get a few minutes to yourself during the day, so she often didnât eat her own meal until well after the lunch crowd had left. That was why, at four thirty, she was finally eating.
As she washed down her lunch with a bottle of the organic apple juice they kept in Heavenly she got a text message from Luke reminding her he was finishing work at five, and not to be late. He had booked to go to the latest James Bond film in the Savoy cinema at half past five, with the intention of grabbing dinner after the film. Luke didnât like her being late, he was always on time. Molly knew she had a few more cakes to finish and deliver to a local firm that wanted to celebrate a birthday after work, and she worried that she might not make it to the Savoy on time; she didnât want to upset Luke, he had been so good to her. Molly had been so unlike herself, so moody and depressed for the last year in her job, and had often taken it out on Luke, and they had fought almost every night. But now that he had helped her move jobs she felt they were getting on better; even though he didnât understand her need to go to work extra early just soshe could have the kitchen to herself and invent new recipes. Still, she knew he loved her and wanted things to work out for them. She quickly finished her drink and started to walk back to work. She needed to get her cake icing done ASAP!
9
Ben wolfed down his cornflakes while trying to read the newspaper and iron a shirt for work. He was late as usual, and yet âthe more haste the less speedâ was his philosophy, so he was re-reading the Irish Times report on that weekendâs Liverpool match. He crossed the pristine Shaker-style kitchen and opened the dishwasher to pack his cereal bowl, but saw the dishwasher had just finished and was full of clean dishes and cutlery. Damn, he thought, to pack this one dish Iâm going to have to unpack about fifty other ones. No way, he decided, and instead washed his cereal bowl in the sink and replaced it in the press. Mum will never know, he thought!
Ben hopped on the 46a bus and put on his iPod, and as U2 blared away in the background he thought about what lay ahead of him in work that day. He was a sports correspondent on one of the daily free newspapers. He was not an editor, or even a full-time reporter, but he didnât care. He loved sport, especially football, and was having a laugh being able to go to matches and reporton them. And although the money wasnât that good, he couldnât expect it to be, either. He hadnât trained
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