A few days before the holiday break, I found myself eavesdropping on the beautiful woman who works in the office down the hall from mine. She was on Zoom, talking to her team about their 2020 “wins.” Wow, I thought, this woman is some kind of dynamo. She and her team had wins—plural!—in this foul year of our lord, two thousand twenty. I had to know this woman’s secret, so I invited her to dinner. I cooked her favorite meal: grilled ribeye steak (medium-rare), roasted potatoes, and sautéed asparagus. I made baked tofu for myself.
“This looks delicious,” she said as she cut into her steak.
I nibbled at my baked tofu, wondering how to ask about these “wins.” Confidence is sexy, but it’s also intimidating. Frankly, I was nervous to be sitting across the table from a winner. And not just any winner, folks. A winner who could claim victory in a year unanimously agreed upon to suck ass.
“I heard you talking about your wins,” I said.
“Oh yeah…”
“You guys had a lot of wins. Like a lot of wins.”
She …
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