Health Over Wealth

I worked with my pal Ed the other day on what I can only call, a very challenging job, without picking the scab of it’s afterlife.

Watching Ed, as exhausted as I, soldier on without breaking a sweat looking as fresh as when first arriving 13 or so hours earlier, seemed like a sartorial sleight of hand.

Where I, in comparison, was like a wilted rose left for dead on a buffet table. Β At one point, my head slumped in my lap while sitting on a step, Ed came over to see if I was still breathing causing me to jump in the air as if I were launched.

Later, when I got my second wind, a concept forever eluding me, I found him on a couch with his ever present bowtie at half mast, like Vic Damone in between sets, but when they asked for our return, he clipped and zipped like the true trooper he is.

As for me, I had other ideas, like a nap quietly taken in an upstairs ladies room no one seemed to know anything about.

A girl, even on the clock, needs her beauty sleep after all.


About Susannah Bianchi

I'm just a girl who likes to write slightly on slant. I've had a career in fashion, dabbled in film and to be honest, I don't like talking about myself. Now my posts are another matter so I will let them speak for themselves. My eBooks, A New York Diary, Model Behavior: Friends For Life and Notes From A Working Cat can be found on Thanks.
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8 Responses to Health Over Wealth

  1. micklively says:

    Sleeping on the job: tut tut! πŸ˜‰

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  2. skinnyuz2b says:

    Wow, Susannah, what on earth did they have you doing for thirteen hours? That is one long day. I’d have to imagine the crew were ready to call it a wrap, too!

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  3. Elle Knowles says:

    Anyone would be a wilted rose after 13 hours Susannah. Nap when you have the chance is all I can say, even if it has to be in a hideout! ~Elle


  4. Men seem to perk up when needed. On the other hand, I don’t care what I look like after a few hours. Perhaps I lost all that when I passed over to the dark side of 50 all those years ago.

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