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A largely downtrodden and overworked young professional has revealed her dream of one day being wealthy enough to engage the services of an architect.
Speaking to The Advocate this afternoon in the smoking area of the Daroo Street Bus Interchange, the disenfranchised office drone went onto explain why she can only dream about doing that.
“I don’t want to be on Grand Designs or anything,” said Mable Coleman, an Old City District resident who’s lack of professional direction is only eclipsed by her social one.
“I just think it’d be nice, you know? Having some cool person show you sketches and things. Drive their Saab out to the construction site when it’s being built. Walk you through were everything will be,”
“But I’m almost 30 now and I’ve barely got two cents to rub together. There’s no career ladder in my position and all my friends are either getting married, having kids or getting bashed by the cops in the watch house every weekend. A girl can dream right?”
The 28-year-old told our reporter that she can only dream because architects are people that only ever get employed by rich people or large companies.
Therefore, Mable says, she’s only able to find true happiness in life during the REM stage of sleep.
“It’s a simple life, but it’s an honest life. It’s the world those boomer cunts have left us. Anyway, one day I hope to be able to rent a property and have a pet at the same time. That, Errol, is the height of luxury.”
Then, two drags into her chain-lit John Player Special, her connecting bus roared up the ramp.
“Why do you shit on me, God? Typical. As soon as you light up, your fucking bus turns up. La
More to come.
