Courtesy of RiverheadJulie Klam, SELF magazine
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You're all for your friends losing weight, meeting an awesome guy, earning a mega salary and snagging a house on the beach. As long as she doesn't do it before you do.
My first real job was at a talent agency. I sat with the other assistants in a row of cubicles. Beside me was a funny gay guy I'll call Jay, an older lady who had gone back to work when her kids graduated, and a woman I'll call Veronique, whose sole purpose in life, I believed, was to make me feel like a loser. We were all close, mostly because we were together 12 hours a day, trying to get by on our crappy salaries and eating ramen noodles at our desks for lunch. Except for Veronique, who lived with her boyfriend, The King of Wall Street. Veronique could afford sushi, Oh, and she couldn't keep weight on.
Her mother happened to be a model. Her father was a physicist. Sadly (for me), she looked like a model and had the brains of a physicist. Why, oh why, I wondered, couldn't she