Parents dying. Divorce. Flipping corporate the bird. A boob job turned into breast cancer.
All of it happened. I'm still here, still mostly sane, and still trying to make light of it.
You've probably got your own version of f*ckery.
What'd you do with yours?
SPANX around my ankles in a bathroom in the bowels of a hospital when a C-suite full of executives called to discuss my proposal. I answered. Muted myself, pitched them mid-shimmy back into my pants, and closed the biggest deal of my career.
That's the moment I realized I was too much for corporate, too alive to stop at the dream, and too far in to quit.
The Career Sh*t
Twenty years in healthcare. I worked in sterile processing, medical sales, and today own a business. I built a career that worked. I was dependable, competent, recognized. I also slowly built a cage out of all of it — then walked straight into building another one, without realizing it, until I was already inside.
The Book
How to Be Corporate with Your Pants Down: Admitting You're Full of Sht and In a Cage You Don't Even Love* is a fiercely inappropriate memoir about walking away from corporate to build my own business, only to realize that wasn't the dream either. It's all the words I wanted to say to HR but never could without getting fired.
It's the kind of honest that makes you say b*tch, me too. It'll make you laugh until you cry, then actually cry, and light a fire under your ass to chase your own damn dream, even with no bloody clue how
