The Devil Wears Prada, a relevant movie, reminds me of my spring and summer of 2005 during which I had no control over my job or my daily life. Diana was my Miranda then, a relentless career woman, with a poke face all the time.
After having devoted herself to this company for five years, her ruthless working style and endlessly aggressive behavior finally got her promoted as a big shot in the commercialized education group. She obviously sacrificed a lot for the current position which in her understanding, is forever totally worth it. Some of the girls would stand in awe before her while others would keep criticizing her among the fellows. Of course, as usual, she can't care less about the rumor or the comments. She seems as strong-minded as ever.
She is wealthy, somewhat healthy, and she is at the beginning of aging. When she attends to the big shot annual conference in the group, everybody will hear the President saying: GOOD MORNING, DIANA AND GENTLEMEN. She is the only SHE in the group leaders.
She is the kind of woman that some of us will never choose to be: tough both inside and outside, struggling against all the competitors to get the way up --- a typical social climber, celebrating the Spring Festival with the staff instead of family members, fiercely reproaching the employee to tears to drive them forward, measuring and judging the losses and gains in the regular Guanxi all day long and nights included.
You have a love-hate feeling about her --- the DEVIL and the QUEEN, but you just won't choose to be some one like her. You'd rather be bohemian, Indian or maybe, just who you are after so many years of self-denial.
Take care, Kid.
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