You should be reading Magic Molly:
Three women, one a Diane Keaton lookalike and the others, like her, pretty but not too pretty. Women look best alone or in trios. Each wears a sleeveless top and earrings, drinks iced coffee and discusses work. They are graceful in an unassuming way, as though talking underwater. It’s a kind of trio specific to Manhattan. Unworried enough to worry about little things, lightly. Off to work at ten AM and out to dinner afterwards.
On break she sits at the counter facing out, earbuds in and one hand smashed against her cheek. I know that feeling. Time never went by so quickly as it does on a twenty-minute break under the manager’s eye. I want to slow it down for her.
John Talbott’s former career as a Goldman Sachs investment banker is objectively fascinating, but it wouldn’t have been fascinating to HIM. How did he gather the patience and conviction to write a book about something that must have seemed ordinary and de rigeuer? How did he recognize the details that would be interesting to laypeople? How did he see his own work through fresh eyes while simultaneously writing about it with the wisdom gained through experience?
I could spend every minute of my day reading posts like these.