The Cost of Things
When it comes to services like personal training, I now realize that you get what you pay for. Further, if you’re charging rock-bottom prices for your services, you tend to deliver on that value. At least, this was the case with Robert, who had been blandly professional as a gym employee making $60 per 45-minute session, but as a private trainer making $25 for 60 minutes, would always show up a few minutes late and, using my apparent fatigue as an excuse, end a few minutes early. He used a bizarre, demoralizing method of “you can’t do it” motivation, and had a super-intense, long-lingering personal scent that he made no effort to mitigate. He didn’t incorporate cardio into our sessions. He’d say things like, “I mean, everyone can believe in whatever god they want, as long as they accept Christ as their personal savior.” He was an active member of several men’s rights forums, and said predictably gross things about feminists, lesbians, Hillary Clinton, Jillian Michaels and Jackie Warner.
This year I graduated law school, took and passed the bar, and was admitted as an attorney in my state. It’s a given that law school itself is expensive. But like a lot of other professional programs, there are also tons of costs when you’re coming out of law school that I didn’t really think about until I had to. Since you have to be licensed in order to work and make that sweet professional salary, there’s no getting around some of them. For lawyers, of course, there’s the bar.
So I called a meeting with Melia, my writing partner, who would also star in the film, and Jon, our producer, who would double as the cinematographer, and told them, “Hey, let’s make a movie! I’ve got $3500.”
Jon told me $3500 sounded tight. He said, “We can make something great for $4500.”
I laughed. Producers always want more money. It’s their job to ask for more money. So we pretended the budget was $3500, and I hoped we could do it for $4000, and Jon of course was right all along.
$14.00: two beers after you open the windows in your room but before it is actually safe to be inside. The beer dulls the psychosomatic itching you’ve been feeling all day.
My only regret? Due to a busy late summer and fall, we’ve only gone camping once. I’m thinking we might do the central coast next spring but those campsites fill up early. Time to start researching!
That was my favorite part of Interstellar: sitting in the theater. Especially since it was 3 hours.
Most women who make it to the C-suite start out in the mailroom.
In September, I became the proud owner of an Ontario ‘Class G’ full driver’s license. If you are not from Ontario, here are the three tests you must pass in order to get a full driver’s license: