Maybe the big-wig looks out the window of his 89th floor office wishing he could spend the weekend driving forklifts. The same way the junior wishes he could waltz into the office, spend the morning pretending to stare at the computer, meet up with equally obnoxious shiny suit wearing others for lunch, make a few phone calls after that, head out for afternoon tea and then leave.
Take Anna Nicole Smith, for example. Maybe all she wanted was to lead a normal life. Instead she's hounded by papparazzi, surrounded by scandals and legal suits, and drug overdoses. But maybe there are others who yearn for the fame, the smell of money, the power to influence who wish they were in her position. Perspective.
I didnt know she existed till she died. Irony
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Her armpits must really smell judging by that face.
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