This woman, who was a higher-up in the company I worked for, never knew that I knew she flunked out of law school.

I used to work as an editor for this legal newspaper which was run by her daddy. When I first met her, I thought she looked familiar. And then after that I heard someone call her Ms. S*******. And then it all came tumbling back. Too bad for her I have a really, really good memory.

First year of law school, the profs address every one as Mr or Ms So and So. And I remember my torts professor, a mean, nasty bitch, calling on Ms. S******, oh let's call her Susan, and Susan would stand there at her seat trembling with that deer in the headlight look.

She kept to herself and I never saw her after first year. Which means, she "under 75d." Flunked out. Or worse, she gave up.

So everytime we had our monthly management meetings with her Daddy, who is also an idiot, I got this sick pleasure. Okay we all did. But that's cause we were sick of her being the boss of us.

And then the Wall Street Frickin Journal, of all the publications in the world, writes this nasty article about the Corporation, how it's run by Daddy who employs all of his unemployable children, and that the one child being primed for running the show, god forbid, is Ms. Susan who has no degree in anything discernible or experience that anyone knows about.

And the entire freakin' office is photocopying this article and passing it around and snickering at our desks.

Boy are we petty.