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Hi All-
So my friend and I are co-writing a book and I started writing bits and pieces here and there. My friends really like it and think I am talented but I wanted to hear some non-biased opinions. ANd since I really respect everybody here and think we all have similar passions and tastes...I thought I'd see what you think. Do I have any talent? Do you like it? Etc. So here it is below. Keep in my I'm the Corporate America girl who started the "where should I go" topic in the member forum.
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She couldn’t believe what he had just said. Were those words really coming from his mouth? This man, whom she looked up to. He had everything she had always wanted: money, power, a glamorous title, a great Manhattan apartment and a car. But then the words, “I don’t want to hire another woman. What if she gets pregnant and leaves.” Nicole knew she shouldn’t be eavesdropping, but she couldn’t help it. Everybody listens in everywhere in corporate America. Otherwise it wouldn’t be called the rat race.

Nicole almost fell over in her seat as she listened. She wanted to scream at him or grab the swingline stapler and staple his head to the desk; whichever came first. One more corporate role model down the drain, she thought to herself as she pretended to tap on her keyboard just lightly enough that she could hear everything being said. Nicole knew the group that Chuck was hiring for. Two of her close female co-worker friends are in the commodities group. It’s true that a third female in the group recently announced her pregnancy. But why should that make a difference? Why should a completely qualified woman be denied a job because she might in the very far away future get pregnant? That was the dumbest thing Nicole had ever heard. Talk about judging a book by it’s cover, there wasn’t even a cover there yet to be judged. Nicole had met the woman they were thinking of hiring and thought she was perfect for the job. But instead another uptight ex-prep school yuppy boy who always got all the breaks in life will get yet another. The thought of being trapped in this life made Nicole sick to her stomach yet again. She felt like running away that instant. But where to? She thought about moving to San Francisco and starting a health food store. She could get her eyebrow pierced again, wear long flowing hippy skirts, listen to Phish and the Dead all day long and bathe once a week. No, that idea was ridiculous, she’d bathe at least 3 times a week. There are people that do that kind of stuff, so why couldn’t she? Maybe she’d meet her lover one day. He would walk into the store, with his long, lean muscular body dressed in a long distance bicyclist’s outfit. He’d smile at Nicole as if they were the only two in the room, unstrap his fanny pack and kindly ask her to recommend her favorite power bars. From that day on they would be inseparable. They would spend weekends on bike trips or hiking remote mountainous trails. They would tell their parents they were going plan a nice traditional wedding, then one day up and elope in Antigua. Do people go to Antigua to elope? Well, maybe not Antiqua but some cool sounding remote island were weddings are conducted. They would honeymoon in Nepal of course, learning to become one with the universe and one with eachother. During this period, they would befriend a Sherpa and train profusely for an Everest climb that upcoming May….

Wait, who was she kidding? That would never happen. Even if she did the most impractical thing and actually had the guts to leave her job and head west, there was still no chance she would romantically meet a young hot bicyclist. Fist of all, he would be repulsed by her double chin and small beady eyes. Second of all, when he asked her to recommend a favorite power bar, she’d probably react with something stupid such as, “Actually, I’m allergic to nuts so I can’t eat power bars because the label says they are manufactured in a peanut prevalent environment”.

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