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Sari was a PE Major in college.
After graduation, she thrashed about looking for a career and her dad got her a job as a “Go-Fer” in one of his pal’s offices. Sari quickly ascertained that being a polite, shrinking violet got her nowhere – but if she upped her game and bulldozed a few colleagues she got noticed.
Years of being bold and bulldozing and, bam, she was playing with the big guys.
Women stepped clear and avoided Sari at all costs. Her reputation for character slaughter, viscious moves and outright lying got her noticed.
It was surreal.
Her famous dad called her from home to say a few people in high places had noticed her and a job opening was coming about. It paid well and she would be noticed. Finally.
Minutes later, she was called by a secretary at the White House.
At 5pm, a limo picked her up. At 6pm she met a team of White House staff who grilled her.
Appropriately, she snarled, snipped, was caustic and lied with a straight face and aplomb.
She got the job.
She cannot get a date.
Dear Page Larkin,
We met in Mill Valley at the Depot in 2010
He was an espresso. I was a double latte.
We each sat at our individual little tables soaking up the rare December sun. Each sipping coffee, our faces to the sun. Puccini ‘s Tosca was playing in the background.
I had just written the last gigantic check to my divorce attorney and the ink was finally dry. A long sordid chapter in my life was over.
I was elated, shocked and relieved. I knew I should be surrounded by friends sipping Veuve Cliquot champagne.
But, this felt right. I had a huge wave of relief wash over me, followed by a burst of happiness.
I remember it felt like a 1000 watt light bulb ignited…I was drenched in cliches and epiphanies. And it wasn’t the caffeine.
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