I had lunch today with one of my fierce busy business lady friends at a retro-cute (and apparently totes trendy) diner in the Meatpacking District. I had meatloaf (which was awight) and my busy business lady lunchmate had a Caesar salad (she did not say how it was).
It was fun to hang out with my busy business lady friend and gossip with her about random industry peeps that we know in common. We determined that
most lots of peeps who work in advertising have very fragile egos and/or have adult-onset attention deficit disorder. Which makes our jobs super-glamorous, as you can imagine. Because we’re basically professional babysitters-slash-therapists-slash-resident shit eaters.
Really, our jobs are, like, painfully, ridiculously super-glamorous!!!