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In the career section: I want to hear from, like, a tollbooth operator. Why is it just journalists, CEOs and occasionally a congresswoman? I want to hear about what it’s like to be a waitress or a board game designer. I’m never, after all, going to get a job where I wear a pantsuit.
A List of Things I Wish Women's Magazines Would Publish | Life and Style | the Guardian
Sophia Benoit
**Recognize the alternative realities of narcissists.**
Like my friend's 5-year-old I mentioned at the beginning of this post, narcissists change facts to suit them.
13 Ways Narcissists Behave Like Children | Psychology Today
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Propping the umbrella against a wall, she took a fitted sheet from the shelf and began to fold it. “Other corner first,” Daniel instructed. She speared him with a quelling look. Undeterred, he stepped forward, reaching for the sheet. “No, really—” “I beg your pardon.” She pulled it closer to herself. “I know what I am doing.” “Clearly not, since that is the wrong corner.” He took another step. “Touch this sheet and you die,” she advised calmly. ... He stared at her for a moment, then shot out his arm sideways and slammed the heel of his hand against the emergency button. The closet shuddered to a halt. Alice raised one eyebrow. And Daniel loosened his collar for the battle ahead. ... On the floor above, several people stood waiting for the closet. And waiting. And still waiting, so that a number of them drew watches from pockets restively. Others tapped repeatedly on the button as if that might hasten the closet’s arrival. Suddenly, a crash echoed up the shaft. The group exchanged alarmed glances. Then the floor began to shudder, and a series of rapid bangs vibrated through the wall. Everyone stepped back from the closet door, murmuring worriedly. Ping! The button lit, and the group moved back even farther. The door swung open. ... Daniel Bixby stepped out, brushing an invisible speck from the lapel of his long black overcoat. He appeared to not even see the group—for which they were grateful, since even those who didn’t know he’d spent three years working with a pirate could sense he possessed an energy about as unbending as a sword and equally dangerous. Behind him came Alice Dearlove, who was reputed to have informed the Queen to her royal face that it was try to, not try and. She was carrying a furled umbrella under her arm and the group cringed, half expecting her to jab them with it. But without a word the two agents strode off along the corridor, allowing the group to breathe again. They cautiously approached the closet and peered in. ... Several people gasped. Never before had the little room been so clean. Every item on its shelves was not only folded to perfection but organized according to color and purpose. Spiderwebs were gone from corners; scuffmarks on the floor had vanished. The group looked at one another nervously, then turned away and took the stairs.
The Secret Service of Tea and Treason
India Holton
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