| Monday, December 03, 2001 |
 | It crosses my mind from time to time that it would be cool to start a business and hire all of my favorite people who work behind the counter at that coffeehouse, that bagel store, that fast food restaurant. I'm talking about the ones who remember what I always order, the ones who always have something chatty to say that's truly enjoyable, the ones who notice when I get a haircut. There are some truly wonderful people in the world providing incredible customer service finding themselves rather stuck day after day in some particular flavor of nowhere job making little pay. I fantasize about having a place of my own from time to time. Rather than place advertisements to recruit employees I would simply travel my usual routes and lure the beautiful people away. I would be like Charlie. I could take them away from all that and then they'd work for me.
OK, admittedly this is a tale of the hell of not living with HIV, but The HIVe rewards reading. How did you spend World AIDS Day? Tell me.
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