We're like family right?

As long as you don't microwave fish, I will not boil eggs.

Rule or not rule?

There's a very simple rule. When your character is below you (you know more than the character) then it's a comedy. If your character knows more than you, then it's a heroic epic story, superhero movie. It's what I know about the rules. For me it's a rule. If you know exactly what your character knows, it's a drama.

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As long as you don't microwave fish, I will not boil eggs.

I wish my mother remembered I hate eggs. My sister forgot I only have one pec. No one loves me.

I feel like an awful feminist. I have no kids, no husband, and therefore no excuses for not running Interscope. So why am I so tired?

I got seized today with an attack of Holy-Shit-I'm-Turning-41*-What-Have-I-Done-With-My-Life-Oh-That's-Right-NOTHING-I'm-Not-Even-Climbing-The-Corporate-Ladder-I-Have-No-Goals-At-All-Holy-Shit.

I mean, really. People talk about Goals, like, be Vice President of Real Estate for [Name] Hospital before I turn 45, or, Earn Enough To Send My Eight Kids To Dartmouth, and then I think, well, I want to wake up tomorrow. I'd like my hips to stop hurting. I think I'm going to see a matinee of The Avengers tomorrow. And we really need new curtains.

*(I have no idea why this guilt didn't kick in at 40, why it waited until 41. I'm such a slacker. I can't even do guilt right.)

My mother keeps wanting me to have goals. Every time I mention my boss or my manager she asks when I'll have that job.

Good god! No, please don't let that happen to me. That would be horrible.

I pretty much just aim to get paid more, and if I could work out how to do less that would be even better. But being my boss would not help.

I read the Atlantic article earlier today. I thought most of it was yeah, pretty familiar. But I did appreciate the point about generational differences. The Mad Men Gen, the "we can do it all", and today's more "no, you can" generation.

I had heard Hillary Clinton is a great boss and it was nice to see that confirmed.

People talk about Goals, like, be Vice President of Real Estate for [Name] Hospital before I turn 45, or, Earn Enough To Send My Eight Kids To Dartmouth

Not most people.

People talk about Goals, like, be Vice President of Real Estate for [Name] Hospital before I turn 45, or, Earn Enough To Send My Eight Kids To Dartmouth

Not most people.

I know some serious goddamn overachievers.

And a bunch of just-getting-by-ers!

My goal is to work about as hard as I do right now, but for more money doing more interesting stuff.

For my kids, I hope they grow up to be better happier people than me. Not that I'm miserable and awful, but I want them to beat me at life.

I got seized today with an attack of Holy-Shit-I'm-Turning-41*-What-Have-I-Done-With-My-Life-Oh-That's-Right-NOTHING-I'm-Not-Even-Climbing-The-Corporate-Ladder-I-Have-No-Goals-At-All-Holy-Shit.

Change that 41 to 42. Add and-the-job-I-can't-stand-is-stressing-me-out and welcome to the last six months of my life.

I realized after work today that I double booked my employment counselor and my anxiety counselor on Monday. I can't even manage two appointments on my day off.