My eyeliner is all smudged, and my hair is frizzing out in tendrils because of the humidity. I feel like Neve Campbell in Wild Things , except not nearly as sexy, skinny, or psychotic. That's right, my friends, cleaning my bathtub in inappropriately skimpy clothing is the closest I'll ever get to feeling like Neve Campbell. I'll take it. Had lunch with former co-worker Faith today, after months of mutual cancellations.
Faith is still there, and has been lavished with promotions, raises, and a new, bigger cube.
She is treated well, and adored by everyone, so any sort of negativity in the office doesn't impact her, except of course, that she's surrounded by a bunch of unhappy people. She is always positive, though, and I know if she weren't there, that company would completely go to hell. That said, if I owned some sort of entertainment, design, or new media company, or if I had any sort of hiring power, I would grab this woman up in a New York minute. I consider myself one of the best new media producers in New York, and she's easily my equal, if not my superior, because she's instantly likeable, while I'm just sort of instantly memorable. It's fair to say she was always a good cop to my bad cop, though I think the bad cop quality has an appeal, as well.