After conversating with an edgy coed who could care less about emerging artists and was disinterested in anything unrelated to her diva tendencies, I realized it was about exactly 3:45 pm -- actually the clock read 3:42 pm. I anxiously awaited the delivery of my first paycheck, expected at 4:00 pm. This check was especially significant because I had spent the last two weeks as the go-to gal for a ginormous ego maniac genius who graduated college just ten years ago and had already grown a successful company selling paintings. The business was not such a creative endeavor as it really just merged together existing methodologies to maximize efficiency and take advantage of low hanging fruit. In any event, I honestly believe that due to the hugely impactful benefit my work had to the corporate success, the powers-that-be potentially could get pushback for applauding my efforts at wearing many hats by awarding me a whopping bonus. Whatever, it really is a win-win situation since so many companies and recruiters are trying to woo me. Being an uber-wordsmith really makes life less worrying instead of worrisome.
http://6thfloor.blogs.nytimes.com/2011/05/26/words-you-dont-say/?smid=tw-nytimes
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