Oh to wear Prada and NOT be the Devil…
Sometimes I just feel like I have a gazillion ideas in my head about things I would like to do in this lifetime yet can’t even come up with one on where to begin.
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Oh hang on, maybe I can: a personal assistant.
She would make my life productive. Organised. Simple.
She would keep me on track. Advise me on what to do when. And most importantly, she would do my paperwork. (Dear Lord, the paperwork!)
She would make the phonecalls. She would handle the emails. She would kick me off the computer when it was evident that reading just another blog was a thinly veiled ploy to avoid actual work.
She would be proactive at putting me out there, yet reactive to opportunities as they arose.
She would be skilled at handling children, so that if and when the moment required it, she could handle them like they’d never been handled before.
She would keep my house tidy – not actually doing it herself, mind you, just making sure it gets done.
And she would do all of the above while completely getting and indeed insisting, that our family comes first.
In other words…
SHE WOULD KICK SERIOUS ASS.
Where oh where are you?
And moreover, where is the money to hire you?