Well today I actually turned down the Lalique bowl.
Not that it wasn't terribly tempting to grab it with both hands. Finally Mister Fortune beckoned with promises of endless bounty and yet I firmly closed the door on him. After weighing my present options, I figured it wasn't worth the sacrifice.
Working hard for the money?
As usual I made my pro-con list.
Though I would have money enough to spare to purchase a magnificent Pemberley for Charming Calvin, it would be years before we could even consider settling down together. A long-distance relationship might last the occasional parting of ways but I wouldn't stretch it with a permanent physical separation. You see, the Lalique bowl comes with a painful caveat - a near-instant exile into a rural backwoods even more terrifyingly remote than the one I'm in right now.
Another reason I had to say no. I couldn't possibly leave my aging parents stranded back across the lil pond. The filial piety card still works for me. With my brother miles away in the Middle East, I'm their only go-to person around here. And though my mother insists that some time in the sticks would be good, I don't think she meant it as a permanent stint.
At least those are the more humanitarian reasons. I do have some selfish reasons of my own. Like ye Gods, did I mention it's far away in the boondocks? I couldn't possibly imagine myself living in terra incognita forever. A fucking Starbucks at the very least! Unfortunately the significant hike in salary isn't enough to compensate for the loss of a social life.
Finally let's face it, it's all about me. I want a regular hum-drum routine for a while. A short lazy break from the crazed hectic pace I've been setting for myself these past few years. Just wanna get up, get to work and go home. No lectures. No quizzes. No presentations. And definitely no exams.
At least not for the next little while. Maybe I'll wait for the next Lalique bowl - hopefully one with less strings attached. And if not, the wooden bowl's looking quite alright at the moment.