I'm a Hot-Shit Designer!

I'm a hot-shit designer! I eat spa lunch at Frederic Fekkai and I go walking down Rodeo Drive with creative directors. I order bresaola salads and meander through an upmarket store where a B-list celebrity is picking up a purse off the table I designed! I get paid in false pride! I get talked down to by people who have one year of extra seniority over me! I work in a tiny office where my coworkers practically sit on my lap! People who tour the office always say "It looks like a sweatshop in here!" I take half of my clothing and shoes to a consignment shop so I can afford to keep buying Lean Cuisine dinners! I am a serious, hot-shit designer.
I'm a hot-shit design type, so I will go to a bar tonight and turn to the nice person next to me and say "yes, I'm sipping this whiskey and no I am not interested in learning about your hang-gliding championships or how you work for Microsoft." I'm a hot-shit designer, so I can be melancholy and have a pity party and it can be totally acceptable when I pout at times. I'm such hot shit that I would rather be alone than be in the company of most of the people I keep company with. I'm so hot that I buy new clothes every month when I gain another 5 pounds because all I do is sit around staring at a computer screen "designing" things in "3D."

Yeah... I'm the sorry ghost of a cliché.