My Life is The Devil Wears Prada

I just started (and have almost finished) reading The Devil Wears Prada. Whilst I usually steer clear of "chick lit" I was interested in reading about Anna Wintour and Vogue magazine (allegedly). It seems increasingly over the past week that I have been reading the book that my life is becoming that of Andrea Sachs. My boss is being a massive bitch - even though I am breaking my back for her, I haven't slept in in for ever and now my boss is hanging up the phone on me! What is this? I really wouldn't care that much if I had a nicer job for someone as important as a fashion magazine editor - but this is crusty casual work and I think I might be fired. So if you are out there and in Melbourne please give me a job: I'm not even kidding.

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