Devil Wears Prada: A Panic Attack

Do you ever see yourself as the main character when you read a book or watched a movie?

A few months ago my BFF loaned me The Devil Wears Prada. After 4 chapters I called her and told that I couldn’t read it anymore because I was overcome with panic attacks and flash backs of my days in the corporate world. But being the glutton for punishment that I am, I finished the book because I just can’t leave a book that I started sitting there unless it sucks with a capital S. In all honesty it was a well written piece, but I truly was frustrated during the experience.

As it turns out The Devil Wears Prada is the HBO movie of the month, so my husband and I sat down to watch it. The panic attacks started again as I watched the movie…boy you would think that Andie was me and that Miranda was ______ (like I’m going to tell you who I worked for …she is pretty well known in a certain industry). I felt like I was placed in a time in the not so distant past without any hope of recovery.

Much like Andie, I learned many valuable lessons during my stay. My business savvy and business sense are a direct result of my having worked with “Miranda”. I would not be where I am today without her teachings. While my “Miranda” wasn’t quite as bad as the real Miranda, the parallel between the two is astonishing.

Thanks “Miranda” for helping me learn the savvy that makes me what I am today.