I have asked the driver politely of course. As politely as you can ask some idiots anything these days if he may take the pleasure in visiting the shops down the hill. It may not have occurred to you that these same shops are located amongst the many rich and wealthy houses further downhill from my own illustrious mansion. I may have spoken of or given a hint to such a setting much earlier within my writings, but I am sure you may have skipped such an easily obvious intention. So, if I may, I will continue and hope that in your inferiority you may at some point comprehend what would be such a clear and easy statement for one such as I to understand. As I spoke of earlier, down the hill from my fine-looking, stylish quarters are many smaller houses and shops that sell all sorts of things.
Clothes, foods and trinkets only the wealthy can afford in moderation of which I enjoy in abundance. The road down the hill is a very smooth one as some servants are made to keep it clean and uncluttered in all sorts of weather. At times we do place beautiful little shacks that hold the workers in weather conditions undesirable to work outside. These are kept clean by these servants and moved to a location when not in use so as to not "nullify" the beautiful mansion and its many components. It would be a shame to see such a small living quarters in the dead of summer rain or shine. In the winter it is much easier to maintain a pleasant look as we decorate these small homes with all sorts of beautiful arrangements, as festivities of all sorts linger in some children's minds.
I may visit my uncle at one of these times as my own parents will most likely not be home. It would not surprise me in the least if they have already settled in some far-off place and taken great enjoyment in all their endeavors with new children running around in their snotty, nosed attire. What fun these little vessels of terror would have? I could only imagine the love, companionship, and real desire for a family my illegitimate parents must feel for them. Nothing that I would need of course, as I am perfectly fine on my own in this big mansion of mine. Loneliness is something that I need not worry about as I enjoy things in life that make up for whatever rottenness some may perceive. I am a perfectly happy child and am content where I lay.
I have finally reached the outskirts of the town beyond my mansion. This beautiful jewel within the sea I would compare to earth, a vision of looking up to the heavens; and I more so. My home on the hill is quite stunning. It gives me such joy when I see these commoners halt and gawk at its breath-taking charm. It is understandable in all forms that they would look upon me in this way also. I would as well if I were of such poor stature. Anyone would it seems. My goodly nature and handsome look must make such withered creatures feel substandard and it pleases me to do so. I would in my case have it no other way.
I think I shall treat myself not in clothes of course as the heavens know I have an abundance of things which I have not in all my time worn as of yet. My closets are full of unworn garments and unopened boxes that I have not had time or energy to open. One day I may give these items to others like my servants or my uncle's leeches along with a new buggy. Creatures may enjoy such things. As for what I may buy as of today, it would be fitting to bring home or order if it is so desired like a new couch for the living room. It has been a while since I have taken on the duty of buying any furniture for my own dwelling place. It may seem odd to some, as I do not really require one. I to be honest do not truly remember what the living room looks like. I know it is further up the hall from the dining room but for the life of me I do not know why I have not spent much time in that dreadful place.
In all possibilities buying such a depreciating investment such as live in furniture may in all honesty have me spending time in this space within my residence however long that would last until it became a bore. It seems something so trivial and to spend more money on new furniture seems foolish and I would rather have ignored the room altogether. It may be best to enjoy something else much more useful however, I do have the means of buying degenerative items that are useless to me. I may even acquire the ugliest and most expensive piece that money could buy just so my less prosperous inferiors would know I am capable of such feats. Today I shall choose to not spend on such a waste. Although a couch made from gold and jewels would be quite a piece to show to those less fortunate.
The pieces that the store-owner has shown me cost less then what I wish for. I am in a "gold n' diamond" mood today and expect to find something that would exhibit such luxury. Without such exquisiteness, I declare I shall go home disheveled and perturbed. Although I doubt such a problem will occur once I reach my next destination as they have an abundance of diamonds, rubies, pearls and other such luxuries only my wealth is capable of purchasing. It is often humorous to watch young men and women walk into such places only to buy one or two pieces, as I carry on with sacks full of trinkets I may not use. This would deserve another laugh, but I shall not today. Although inwardly it gives me such a cackle that I can feel my stomach shake within the bowels of my chest. At this rate my day may be one of great fun and laughter.
In all honesty I have decided to skip the less then amusing trip in and out of the place of precious stones or Midas's Jewellery shop as it is called. It was quite uneventful as not many were buying at the time of my arrival or leaving. As many of these less fortunate are unable to afford such luxury. However, if you were to see my new collection of precious stones, I am assured that it would leave you on your backside, shocked and amazed at the brilliance of my choosing. It is unbelievable that such items could be found in such a small place. Yes, I must applaud Midas or whomever owns this pleasant little place for their impeccable decisions in business...
Oh wait! I own this little shop. In actuality I must say I own most of the shops in this little town as it should be. And yes, I should be given such glorious praise. Thank you. You can close your mouths from shock and awe as my endeavors may possibly be too much or too grand for such small minds to comprehend. It would be difficult I suppose for anyone to understand such grandeur, but I digress. Having a business with your name or many in your name is such an accomplishment. One not many may enjoy in their lifetime. Although I do have many that I have founded over a short amount of time. They at times can be difficult to run however, I have managed to do so.
My employees are paid well of course. More so than others in these types of business across the globe. Anyone who lives across from the wooden, one-hundred-meter-high fence, away from the unmentionables are paid well. It would not be in my best interest to do otherwise as I have a reputation to keep amongst the kings of other lands. Business of these kinds often try to upstage each other by better treatment of their employees. I would much rather pay the minimum however, to keep the best and brightest of the bunch. Good pay and equal treatment are always beneficial. Upon the turning of the century things may possibly change and my kind attitude will not allow such "equality".
My only hope is my own help do not catch on and create their own faction, as I am not willing to compromise any further then I require. It would be most unfortunate to have to deal with such a fiasco. Although it would not hurt my spending power in any way. I sometimes like to know that I have such an excess of residual funds it would boggle any creature's mind. Yes of course this may seem unfair, and I do warrant to some it may be. Nevertheless it is not for any man to decide what is fair of my servants. If it were so, they would be in charge of my estate and so this is clearly not the case.
It would be best and most agreeable if any voiced opinions were to keep to themselves or otherwise sit down in their high chair and remain still and ever quiet. I have no time for such nonsense after all. This indeed is all to say if a faction of some sort were to be created or even imagined for that matter, it would not be too difficult to pay some poor chump to deal with those stricken by poverty. It is one thing to lose assets and another to lose one's life and I am sure these others would be more than inclined to obey out of fear of an awfully quick departing.
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How To Survive In A Dump: The Diary of Mr. Thaddeus
FantasyHis name is Mr. Thaddeus. A young man born into wealth and prestige writes of his experiences with those who now serve under him from his own unique perspective. One that he speaks on the greatness of his own estate and himself. That is until a ver...