My assistant asks if my client if he would like anything to drink in the bubbliest voice she can conjure. I can tell she’s hoping for the answer to be no so she can scurry back to her desk and finish reading an article in Architectural Digest. I saw the magazine sitting on her desk, she’s not very gifted at hiding. The Office Manager hires the assistants with little input from the financial reps. My job, I like. My co-workers, on the other hand, are from hell.
I’m a rarity at my company:
I’m a Democrat (more anti-Republican than actual practicing democrat).
I’m average height for my gender.
My head is still covered by hair.
I’m not overweight nor have the appearance of being due any moment.
I have common sense (or uncommon sense since there’s nothing common about having sense in these parts).
I don't look two decades older than my age.