So Sheryl Sandberg and I were commiserating the other day about the difficulty of finding quality child care for those days when your $65 billion company expects you to just drop everything and run to the office, when I had this sudden flash of insight:
Unfortunately, after that I ran into some people and we drank Margaritas in the hotel bar until whenever. Someone may have offered me a job? It was pretty loud.
As soon as I figure out who/what it was, I am definitely going to ask for more money. Because that's what Sheryl would do.