I caught part of Working Girl on TV awhile ago, and I'm not ashamed to tell you (okay, I'm a bit ashamed to tell you) that when I was a little girl, I thought my life would be pretty much exactly like this:
I'm not saying that I assumed I'd be saying things like, "I've got a head for business, and a bod for sin," but I did think that being a secretary was, like, the most glamorous thing in the world. Sometimes I still think that. Then I realize that I'm not wearing shoulder pads, I don't have a business-sexy haircut like Melanie Griffith, Joan Cusack is not my sassy, sexually-aggressive best friend, and Harrison Ford is nowhere in sight. A girl can dream, though, right?
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