What a Whiner!
Hear, hear, I second the nomination and all that good stuff.
I tried, folks. I really tried to feel sorry for the twenty-something assistant to the evil boss in "The Devil Wears Prada." After all, I am the queen of the lousy job. I’ve worked more low-paying jobs than I can count for my Dead-End Job mystery series.
In "The Devil Wears Prada," poor Andrea Sachs has the boss from hell at "Runway" magazine. The novel details the cruelties she endured. Andrea was forced to drive her boss’s $84,000 Porsche convertible, and she couldn’t handle a stick shift. She had to wear loaner designer clothes and shoes and not wreck them. Andrea had makeup and hair stylists to keep her looking good. And this took place in Manhattan. Oh, and her boss was crazy-mean.
I wanted to bleed for poor Andrea, but all I could think was: what a whiner.
Yanno, just suck it up and move on. At least you had parents to fall back on and got a book deal out of it. Oh, wait...it was fiction.
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