I noticed from this article in the Wall Street Journal that food empire-builder Wolfgang Puck has expressed a hope for 2009:
"Hopefully, next year I will spend more weekends with my family instead of working."
Puh-lease. As if he can't.
Think of all the money Puck must be earning from having sold his name to almost every conceivable food item or gizmo (from cooking spray to frozen pizzas to mediocre food in airport kiosks and shopping malls). Surely Puck has enough money in the bank to call it a day and hang out with his family on the weekends.
It's Puck's right to sell food like a widget, but, with all of the money he must be making, why does he suggest that he has no choice other than to work on the weekends?
Sorry, Wolfie, I'm not shedding any tears.
"Hopefully, next year I will spend more weekends with my family instead of working."
Puh-lease. As if he can't.
Think of all the money Puck must be earning from having sold his name to almost every conceivable food item or gizmo (from cooking spray to frozen pizzas to mediocre food in airport kiosks and shopping malls). Surely Puck has enough money in the bank to call it a day and hang out with his family on the weekends.
It's Puck's right to sell food like a widget, but, with all of the money he must be making, why does he suggest that he has no choice other than to work on the weekends?
Sorry, Wolfie, I'm not shedding any tears.
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