The story of one English major's attempt to start a business during the worst economic crisis of her generation. Great idea.
Friday, May 8, 2009
Here are the revenge fantasies that I have:
1. My business is so successful that both local and global companies line up to hire me. The investors who made my life a living hell at my last job beg me to take their account. I, of course, decline, causing them to go bankrupt and resulting in their having to set all of their horses, cars, planes, and dogs free. 2. I lose 40 pounds, and a local magazine writes a cover story - featuring me, of course - on how eliminating stress and working for yourself results in dramatic weight loss. A generous plastic surgeon offers me a complimentary eye lift in celebration of the new era of work-life balance, and Jimmy Choo hires me as a spokes-foot. 3. I pee on above mentioned investors' toothbrushes without them knowing. 4. I am able to surreptitiously sneak into their offices and sew tiny salad shrimp into the seams of their curtains. Said shrimp are allowed to decompose undetected and the smell begins to haunt their dreams.
Of course, revenge is a dish best served cold, so I guess what I really hope is that they get what they deserve.