Tell me if you’ve seen this, eggs near a convenient store’s register. I’ve seen candy bars, Laffy Taffy, even greeting cards, but I’ve never seen hard boiled eggs. My sister has been working in Long Island and informed me that she keeps seeing hard boiled eggs at convenient stores. I thought she must be seeing things so she sent me this picture to prove it. Have you seen this? If so, would you purchase a hard boiled egg for a quick snack as you paid for your gas? I’m on the fence. I do love eggs.
 

As I was changing after work one evening, I had my TV on in my bedroom simply as background noise. I was not invested in the TV program but rather turned it on and allowed what ever channel that was on last to play.

As I prepared to get into some comfortable clothes, I found myself frozen, listening to what I thought might be a joke. The channel was on one of those gossip shows, Extra or Entertainment Tonight, who knows, they’re all the same. Regardless, they were flashing photos of celebrities who have gained weight (as if gaining weight isn’t a hurtful experience all in itself) and exclaiming how alarming the now heavy set celebrity has become. A woman from a gossip rag was being interviewed on the show and she was explaining her job at her magazine. She was a weight watcher. No, not like the folks at the national reputable weight loss center, but rather a person who watches celebrities’ weight. If a star suddenly loses weight, she reports it. If a celeb starts to put on a few pounds, she calls that in too. I found this to be one of the most pathetic and disturbing professions I have ever heard of.

I’d like to see this woman’s resume: Objective: “Seeking an editorial position in which I can maintain my deplorable personality while administering superficial tongue-in-cheek catch phrases in hopes to trigger an eating disorder within a young female.  Experience:  a valueless lifetime of shameful behavior and unethical decision making to hide my insecurities and stomp my journalistic integrity.”

Mam, you’re hired. Soon you’ll be promoted to senior shallow management where you’ll just hand deliver psychological diseases to young women. Congratulations. I hope their parents front you their bills.
 

About the Author

Rachel A. Pugh, a graduate of Penn State University with a B.A. in communications and a minor in theatre, came to the Weekender in 2000 as a Marketing/Promotions Associate. She was then made an Advertising Sales Account Executive and went on later to become Senior Advertising Sales Account Executive, Advertising Sales Team Leader, Sales and Marketing Manager, and the position she holds currently, Weekender General Manager and fashion columnist.

Rachel also serves as the Vice President of Marketing for the Wilkes-Barre Publishing Company, overseeing the marketing of company initiatives and events.

A graduate of Leadership Lackawanna, class of 2005, some of her community involvement includes: Board for the Greater Wilkes-Barre Association for the Blind, Executive Board for the Domestic Violence Service Center, committee member for The American Cancer Society’s Endure for a Cure, a board member of the Wilkes-Barre YMCA and a member of the Board of Directors for the United Way of Wyoming Valley.

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