Middle Management on a Freelance Basis
She lived in a sculpture. Tall and thin, with an edge, amazing frontage and amenities like a lounge and yoga classes and a roofdeck with lounge chairs. Designed in the Bay Area and imported. Her old place was really not bad, but people here were just more diverse and interesting. These were uncertain times, so work was best performed in a reclining position and creativity was best tapped in a steady drip. The laptop fit into one of those old interoffice envelopes and balanced delicately on her until the next generation. Thankfully, innovation and growth were co-dependent and on the rise. A daily vinyasa was centering, as was the honey from the rooftop bee farm available at the farmer’s market downstairs. Radical, yes, but neither hipster nor yuppie. This was really about striking a balance, and she had.