I love my best friend. I would not have made it through a lot of things I’ve gone through without her unwavering love and support. My best friend is not a career woman. She’s brilliant and beautiful. She’s comfortable in any situation. She’s put me on to jobs, she works. She’s just not a person who works well for others.

For the bulk of our friendship she’s hopped from one MLM to another. I’ve joined her in a few, and succeeded in a few, but she’s been consistent with the shits. While she absolutely can fall in line and answer to a manager, she’s the type who needs to manage herself.

She’s a teacher. She’s a nurturer. She is not one who will end her days collecting a pension because moss doesn’t grow under her feet. I’m similar to her in a lot of ways.