I took a step toward pulling myself out of spending the next 34 years (I'm already counting down to retirement) in a deep dark hole.

I asked what the necessary step is for me to be a designer in this firm, despite the fact that I haven’t designed one single thing since school. The whole time I was engaged in this conversation, I had to keep chanting inside my head, “keep it together, bitch.”

I hate how I’m wired to cry everytime I get into a stressful conversation with someone. It’s just another stupid thing about being female.