I guess I don't feel too sorry for women who hit the glass ceiling.
Everyday I wrestle with the glass floor.
How low can I go? How unsuccessful can I be?
If it wasn't for that damn glass floor, I could be a complete, unadulterated failure in life.
Unadulterated Failure: Now that's something concrete you can out on a business card, as your title.
Instead, I have to settle for wishy-washy mediocrity.
Paul Hardie: Super Okay at things.
Now, about those padded walls…
