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"   Now that I&amp;#039;m no longer training for the half-marathon, I feel like an empty nester with way too much time on her hands. I even contemplated joining a book club! Then I reminded myself that I am 25 years old and I live in New York City and I&amp;#039;m relatively hip, so I quickly squashed that idea. YOLO. But watching The &amp;quot;Today&amp;quot; Show&amp;#039;s &amp;quot;Spring Has Sprung&amp;quot; special yesterday morning, my intense yearning for warm weather and neon colored denim made me realize what I could do with all the extra minutes in my day: Scout a Hamptons share for the summer.  I&amp;#039;ve tagged along for a weekend here and there with other friends who have gone in on shares, and this is what I&amp;#039;ve learned from those experiences: Avoid renting in Southampton at all costs (too far from the bars), don&amp;#039;t bother straightening your hair because 2.5 seconds after you exit the house you&amp;#039;re going to look like Richard Simmons anyway, and make sure that everyone in the house actually likes each other.  That last part was going to present a problem.  &amp;quot;In my ideal world,&amp;quot; I wrote in an email to Nina once I got to work, &amp;quot;the share would include you, Ashley, Justin, Rick, Rick&amp;#039;s girlfriend, two of Justin&amp;#039;s single friends to balance out the couple quota, and a whole lot of no Luke.&amp;quot;  &amp;quot;Agree 1,000 percent,&amp;quot; Nina wrote back, &amp;quot;but you know we&amp;#039;re going to have to invite him. Who knows though, he&amp;#039;s become so anti-social he may not even want to be a part of it.&amp;quot;  That was entirely possible. The last few times I&amp;#039;ve seen Luke, he&amp;#039;s made no effort whatsoever to talk to anyone. He sits in the corner, drinking heavily, staring off into space (&amp;quot;Is he on drugs?&amp;quot; my mother whispered to me, dramatically, at the post-marathon brunch). He&amp;#039;s visibly irritated by anyone who is having fun, so I couldn&amp;#039;t imagine him signing up to spend every other weekend of his summer in a small, over-crowded house.  Just as I was about to send Nina a link to a few houses that looked promising (and by promising I mean the bathrooms didn&amp;#039;t have shower curtains as doors), in came that message from Elizabeth. My palms went sweaty as I opened it up. I had no idea what to expect from this one.  &amp;quot;Josie,  Hi! Crazy running into you on Sunday. Hope you&amp;#039;re feeling better now :-) I know you&amp;#039;re probably wondering why I&amp;#039;m emailing you, so let me just get on with it!  A family friend is heading up a new imprint of Marks &amp;amp;amp; Rogers, the publishing house, tentatively called Literatti Books. It&amp;#039;s going to publish celebrity memoirs and non-fiction titles from celebrities about everything from health to career to relationship advice. He&amp;#039;s looking for an executive editorial assistant, and since I know so few youngins&amp;#039; these days, my mind immediately went to you! If you&amp;#039;re interested, send me your resume ASAP and I will pass it along.  Cheers!  Elizabeth&amp;quot;  Hope you&amp;#039;re feeling better now, smiley-face?! Of all the people to have the stomach-rumbles in front of, it had to be her. That saccharine-coated dig aside, this opportunity sounded really exciting\u2026.and highly suspicious. Why would Elizabeth want to do me any favors? Was she just trying to assuage her guilt over how things ended with Peter and the ridiculous lies she told Justin? Had pregnancy brain caused her to confuse me with someone else? Or maybe her &amp;quot;family friend&amp;quot; is the type of boss who berates her assistant for the smallest offense and Elizabeth wanted to see me squirm?  I didn&amp;#039;t have a clue\u2026but I knew someone who would. Before I could change my mind, I clicked &amp;quot;forward&amp;quot; on Elizabeth&amp;#039;s email, wrote &amp;quot;Am I being punk&amp;#039;d or is this for real?&amp;quot; in the new message, and typed in Peter&amp;#039;s email address. Just before I hit send, I added &amp;quot;P.S. Congratulations on the new bundle of joy.&amp;quot; Then I sat back and took a deep, shaky breath. I could just hear Nina&amp;#039;s voice in the back of my head (&amp;quot;That is like the least sincere congratulations, ever.&amp;quot;). But I wanted to know if this opportunity was legit because if it was, I was very interested. And I believed Peter would give me an honest answer.  The rest of the day dragged on. At six on the nose, I patted Bill&amp;#039;s bulldog on the head and high tailed it out of there. Even though I hadn&amp;#039;t heard back from Peter yet, I was dying to get home, pull up my dusty old resume on my laptop, and spruce that baby up. Whether or not anything came of this, the fact that it excited me so much signaled to me that maybe it was time for a career change. I love working for Bill, but I just don&amp;#039;t feel like I&amp;#039;m growing as his assistant.  Just as I stepped onto the street, my phone buzzed. &amp;quot;What if it&amp;#039;s Peter?&amp;quot; Nervous butterflies fluttered around in my stomach, but when I pulled my cell out of my pocket I saw it was Nina.  &amp;quot;Can I come over?&amp;quot; Nina asked.  &amp;quot;Everything okay?&amp;quot;  Nina paused. &amp;quot;Yeah. I&amp;#039;ll tell you when I get there.&amp;quot;  Okay. Now those nervous butterflies were fluttering like they had snorted a line of Elizabeth&amp;#039;s coke.  Half an hour later, Nina was sitting on my couch, chewing her lip. &amp;quot;So don&amp;#039;t be mad.&amp;quot;  &amp;quot;Oh no. What?&amp;quot; I felt sick. No good can come after the words, &amp;quot;Don&amp;#039;t be mad.&amp;quot;  &amp;quot;You know that email you sent me with the potential share houses?&amp;quot;  &amp;quot;Uh-huh.&amp;quot;  &amp;quot;I forwarded it to Ashley. Forgetting about our conversation just beneath it about Luke.&amp;quot;  I did a facepalm. &amp;quot;Nina!&amp;quot;  &amp;quot;I know, I know,&amp;quot; Nina raked her fingers through her hair. &amp;quot;I&amp;#039;m such an idiot. I realized it immediately, but then I thought well maybe she won&amp;#039;t even scroll down and see that part, since the point of the email was just to show her the houses, but&amp;quot;\u2014  &amp;quot;She saw it.&amp;quot;  Nina nodded.  I exhaled. &amp;quot;How mad is she?&amp;quot;  &amp;quot;Um, pretty mad.&amp;quot;  I walked over to where I&amp;#039;d dropped my bag earlier and rustled around in it for my phone.  &amp;quot;What are you doing?&amp;quot; Nina asked.  &amp;quot;Apologizing!&amp;quot;  &amp;quot;She&amp;#039;s not going to pick up,&amp;quot; Nina said. She was right.  I left her a message any way, telling her I was sorry and could she please call me when she&amp;#039;s ready to talk.  &amp;quot;I mean, we didn&amp;#039;t say anything that wasn&amp;#039;t true,&amp;quot; Nina said. &amp;quot;The guy is anti-social. I don&amp;#039;t even think Ashley likes him anymore. It&amp;#039;s like she&amp;#039;s just sticking it out to spite us.&amp;quot;  &amp;quot;That&amp;#039;s something you would do,&amp;quot; I pointed out.  &amp;quot;True.&amp;quot; Nina nodded. &amp;quot;I am a stubborn bastard.&amp;quot;  &amp;quot;Ugh.&amp;quot; I plopped on the couch next to Nina. &amp;quot;The whole Luke thing has been a point of contention since the beginning. I feel like this is going to be the straw that breaks our friendship&amp;#039;s back.&amp;quot;  Nina didn&amp;#039;t disagree with me, which made me feel like it was a real possibility. The thing is, it hasn&amp;#039;t been easy to be friends with Ashley ever since she started dating Luke. I don&amp;#039;t know what&amp;#039;s happened to that guy over the last few months, but he went from being a nice, normal person to a drunken fun-hater. It&amp;#039;s hard to have Luke around\u2014he brings the whole mood of the group down. So maybe Nina&amp;#039;s email blunder is a blessing in disguise\u2026.Ashley and I might need a friend-separation until Luke either snaps out of it or they breakup.  Nina and I ordered food and I worked on my resume for the rest of the night. By the time I went to bed, I still hadn&amp;#039;t heard from Peter, which was making me a little nervous. I didn&amp;#039;t feel comfortable sending my resume to Elizabeth until I knew for sure that she wasn&amp;#039;t toying with me in any way. But before I fell asleep, I vowed that if I didn&amp;#039;t hear from Peter in the next 24 hours, I would send my resume any way. For a job that baller, being manipulated by Elizabeth was a risk I was willing to take. "^^<http://www.w3.org/2001/XMLSchema#string>
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