I love my job. I love my job. I love my job. I love my job...
One represents the status quo. The other represents my dream job. Sigh.
My colleagues are all cutthroat.
But I have an office.
My colleagues are back biters.
But I have an office.
Some of my colleagues are actually dim-witted and rely on me to do their work. These colleague are called "my directors."
But yet, the office.
My name is getting known in the company.
But they didn't fly me to L.A. when promised.
My boss cheated on his wife while he was in Vegas and talks about it with my other boss, within earshot.
But I have an office (and can close the door).
Daniel Craig, please save me from my job in 007. Thank you.
Okay, well, anyway...
I have learned that there is something called The First Choice Letter which is sent to your preferred private school once you and your child decide on said school. The First Choice Letter is sent out (which is like Early Decision?) and in which you basically say, "OOOOH, IF YOU PICK ME, I WILL DEFINITELY PICK YOUUUUUU!." But then, I have heard, you can only send ONE -- yes, ONE, First Choice Letter to your First Choice School. If you send more than one First Choice Letter to any number of the incestuous private schools of New York City, you will be found out. They talk, you see. To each other.
Which is why parents of PUBLIC school candidates engage their children in the most rigous, cheating, deceitful coaching, which goes like this:
Mother: Honey, School XYZ will only accept you if you tell them they are absolutely fabulous.
Child: But mother, I don't LIKE School XYZ.
Mother: Okay, but we don't know WHICH SCHOOL will accept you, so just say that you think School XYZ is absolutely fabulous, okay, sweetcakes? That way we'll have at least one school to pick from.
Child: But I DON'T LIKE SCHOOL XYZ.
It is a well-known fact that the Child used words such as, "Enthusiastic" and "Inspired" when she interviewed with School XYZ several weeks ago. Which means she is likely holding a spot for herself which she will inevitably dump, once she gets accepted to her actual First Choice School.
She could be tying up A's acceptance to that school. But some dimwit mother has coached her into betraying what will make her truly happy.
The mother is a leech coach.