The post-it wall at Union Square

Two weeks ago, a coworker and I left work at the same time. He was a young, good-looking guy named Mike in his mid-twenties who always wore a forest green hoodie and Vans sneakers to work. It didn’t matter for him though – he was a skilled VFX animator who worked in one of the dark edit suites near the back of the office. He’d been at the company for a little over a year.

We walked toward Union Square and I wondered what it was like to have a skill that people were willing to pay a lot of money for.

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“Could You Be With a Short Guy?”

Napoleon on horseback. Painting by Alfred G. C. Comte d’Orsay

“Yeah,” I said.

I was talking to my cousin on the phone. She’d just come from a law school friend’s wedding in the Bay Area, an intimate affair up in the hills of Berkeley where, during cocktail hour, the bride had come up to her with a conspiratorial twinkle in her eye.

“There’s someone here I want to set you up with,” Ginny said, “He’s one of Harry’s best friends and my absolute favorite of all his friends.” Continue reading ““Could You Be With a Short Guy?””

“It’s Simple.” This Is Why I’m Not the CEO (Or Someone Thereabouts)

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Early in my short-lived career as an Executive Assistant (which is to say, about two weeks into a year), I was routinely flabbergasted by how clear my boss had everything in his head.

“Well, he’s the CEO,” my dad would say, “You think he got there by being confused all the time?”  Continue reading ““It’s Simple.” This Is Why I’m Not the CEO (Or Someone Thereabouts)”