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Authors: Lauren Weisberger
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Janie worked for an advertising agency.
They'd fallen in love with Harlequins as little girls, when they
would sneak-read their mom's copies under the covers at night.
Following closely behind them was Courtney, my original link to
the group and an associate editor at Teen People who not only read
every romance novel ever written but who just so happened to
enjoy writing them as well; and finally, Vika, a half-Swedish, half-
French import with an adorable accent and a coveted job as a
kindergarten teacher at an Upper East Side private school. We were
clearly a motley crew.
"Anyone have any news before we dive in?" Jill asked as the
rest of us slurped down our drinks as swiftly as the syrupy-sweet
liquid would allow. She always took charge and tried to keep us
on track, an utterly useless gesture considering our meetings more
closely resembled group therapy than any sort of literary exploration.
"I quit my job," I announced merrily, holding up my red plastic
Solo cup.
"Cheers!" they all called while clinking cups.
"It's about time you left that nightmare," Janie said.
Vika agreed. "Yes, yes, your boss will not be missed, of this I
am sure?" she asked in her sweet but odd accent.
"No, that's for sure, I won't be missing Aaron."
Courtney poured her second drink in ten minutes and said,
"Yeah, but what are we going to do for a quote of the day now?
Can someone forward them to you?"
At the second meeting I'd attended, I'd begun sharing the joy
and wisdom of Aaron's inspirational quotes with the entire group.
After introductory remarks, I'd read the best one from the previous
few weeks and we'd all crack up. Lately, the girls had begun coming
prepared with their own anti-quotes, nasty or sarcastic or
mean-spirited little epigrams that I might take back to the office
and share with Aaron, if I were so inclined.
"Which reminds me," I announced grandly, pulling a printout
from my bag, "I received this one a mere three days before I left,
and it's one of my all-time favorites. It says, 'Teamwork: Simply
stated, it is less me and more we.' That, my friends, is insightful."
"Wow." Janie sighed. "Thanks for sharing. I'm definitely going
to try to figure out how to have less me and more we in my life."
"Me, too," said Alex. "That goes nicely with a little quote I recently
stumbled upon. It's from our friend Gore Vidal. 'Whenever a
friend succeeds, a little something in me dies.'"
We all laughed until Janie interrupted with a rather shocking
announcement. "Speaking of bosses . . . I, uh, I had an incident
with mine."
"An incident?" Jill asked. "You didn't tell me anything!"
"Well, it just happened last night. You were asleep when I got
home, and I'm only seeing you for the first time now."
"I'd like you to explain the 'incident,' please," Vika said with
raised eyebrows.
"We, uh, sort of hooked up," she said with a coy smile.
"What?" Jill was shrieking at this point, staring at her sister with
a combination of horror and delight. "What happened?"
"Well, he asked if I wanted to grab dinner after we pitched a
new potential client. We went for sushi and then drinks. . . ."
"And then?" I prompted.
"And then more drinks, and then the next thing I know, I'm
naked on his couch."
"Oh, my God." Jill began to rock back and forth.
Janie looked at her. "Why are you so upset? It's not such a big
deal."
"Well, I just don't think it's going to do great things for your career,"
she replied.
"Well then, you obviously don't know how talented I can be in
some areas, do you?" Janie smiled wickedly.
"Did you sleep with him?" Alex asked. "Please say yes. That
would really make my whole night. Investment banker Bette up
and quits her job with no backup plan and you screw your boss?
I'd feel like I was finally starting to have some influence around
here."
"Well, I don't know if I'd say we actually had sex," Janie said.
"What the hell is that supposed to mean?" Alex asked. "You either
did
They'd fallen in love with Harlequins as little girls, when they
would sneak-read their mom's copies under the covers at night.
Following closely behind them was Courtney, my original link to
the group and an associate editor at Teen People who not only read
every romance novel ever written but who just so happened to
enjoy writing them as well; and finally, Vika, a half-Swedish, half-
French import with an adorable accent and a coveted job as a
kindergarten teacher at an Upper East Side private school. We were
clearly a motley crew.
"Anyone have any news before we dive in?" Jill asked as the
rest of us slurped down our drinks as swiftly as the syrupy-sweet
liquid would allow. She always took charge and tried to keep us
on track, an utterly useless gesture considering our meetings more
closely resembled group therapy than any sort of literary exploration.
"I quit my job," I announced merrily, holding up my red plastic
Solo cup.
"Cheers!" they all called while clinking cups.
"It's about time you left that nightmare," Janie said.
Vika agreed. "Yes, yes, your boss will not be missed, of this I
am sure?" she asked in her sweet but odd accent.
"No, that's for sure, I won't be missing Aaron."
Courtney poured her second drink in ten minutes and said,
"Yeah, but what are we going to do for a quote of the day now?
Can someone forward them to you?"
At the second meeting I'd attended, I'd begun sharing the joy
and wisdom of Aaron's inspirational quotes with the entire group.
After introductory remarks, I'd read the best one from the previous
few weeks and we'd all crack up. Lately, the girls had begun coming
prepared with their own anti-quotes, nasty or sarcastic or
mean-spirited little epigrams that I might take back to the office
and share with Aaron, if I were so inclined.
"Which reminds me," I announced grandly, pulling a printout
from my bag, "I received this one a mere three days before I left,
and it's one of my all-time favorites. It says, 'Teamwork: Simply
stated, it is less me and more we.' That, my friends, is insightful."
"Wow." Janie sighed. "Thanks for sharing. I'm definitely going
to try to figure out how to have less me and more we in my life."
"Me, too," said Alex. "That goes nicely with a little quote I recently
stumbled upon. It's from our friend Gore Vidal. 'Whenever a
friend succeeds, a little something in me dies.'"
We all laughed until Janie interrupted with a rather shocking
announcement. "Speaking of bosses . . . I, uh, I had an incident
with mine."
"An incident?" Jill asked. "You didn't tell me anything!"
"Well, it just happened last night. You were asleep when I got
home, and I'm only seeing you for the first time now."
"I'd like you to explain the 'incident,' please," Vika said with
raised eyebrows.
"We, uh, sort of hooked up," she said with a coy smile.
"What?" Jill was shrieking at this point, staring at her sister with
a combination of horror and delight. "What happened?"
"Well, he asked if I wanted to grab dinner after we pitched a
new potential client. We went for sushi and then drinks. . . ."
"And then?" I prompted.
"And then more drinks, and then the next thing I know, I'm
naked on his couch."
"Oh, my God." Jill began to rock back and forth.
Janie looked at her. "Why are you so upset? It's not such a big
deal."
"Well, I just don't think it's going to do great things for your career,"
she replied.
"Well then, you obviously don't know how talented I can be in
some areas, do you?" Janie smiled wickedly.
"Did you sleep with him?" Alex asked. "Please say yes. That
would really make my whole night. Investment banker Bette up
and quits her job with no backup plan and you screw your boss?
I'd feel like I was finally starting to have some influence around
here."
"Well, I don't know if I'd say we actually had sex," Janie said.
"What the hell is that supposed to mean?" Alex asked. "You either
did
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