A pep talk warming my heart:
"What if..." She sipped her drink. "What if I can't find a job?""Oh you'll find a job. I'll find a job, too. What, are we not going to find jobs ever again?"
She nodded. "You're right."
"That's what we do," I said. "We find jobs."
And it's true. We're part of that feisty single gal population in New York who work. We don't have much luck in love. Men don't buy us presents or pay our rent. No one is ever jetting us off to someone fabulous island for a weekend. We do not go clubbing until 6 AM. (Although we have, and we're lucky we're still alive.) No "Page Six" name-dropping. No party photos in Paper. We do not appear in reality tv shows.
But we do work. We have degrees, advanced or otherwise, from good colleges, kick-ass resumes and references standing in line around the corner. We will shake your hand firmly and make eye contact in a job interview and no one ever even told us to do that. It was just instinctual. We have known since birth how to get a job, a good job, even, and we definitely know how to keep it.
And we get jobs because we know what we're doing, not because our daddy (or our daddy's best friend from his Yale days) says we do.
Damn right.
Posted by Candicissima at June 17, 2003 01:14 AM