Let’s say you really enjoy getting up in
the morning to go to work, where your bosses love you, your office-mate
gives better gossip than Page Six, and your expensively embossed
business cards whisper to the world how important you are. And let’s
say your boyfriend of nearly two years still makes you feel lucky
to be with him, because you know he’s got your back and can
definitely be counted on for a super-divine anniversary dinner out.
And then let’s say you get fired (“No, not fired, downsized!”)
and dumped (Oops -- His XXX e-mail “About Last Night”
wasn’t intended for you!) in very quick succession. That would
suck—a lot—and that’s exactly what happens to
Rachel Chambers, a New York copywriter who suddenly has no job,
no boyfriend, and no back-up plan.
She’s bummed, furious, crushed, and the vodka gimlet binge
on her best friend Ben’s expense account does help—until
the next day. Like it or not, Rachel has to reinvent herself. What
she doesn’t do is follow the rules and get a conventional
new job. What she does instead is start a business—sort of.
She and Ben conjure up a business idea as a complete joke, and it
unexpectedly starts to take off. But it's a risky stealth effort,
with lots of improvising, a dose of guerrilla marketing, and copious
amounts of total bluffing. Meanwhile, Rachel’s been temping,
and when the art director at her temp job gets wind of her romantic
and entrepreneurial misadventures, he turns her into a comic book
superhero, with cone boobs and biceps big enough to defend any kind
of business practice. Rachel’s man-eating alter ego has got
her believing that she just might be able to pull it off in real
life…though maybe without the cone-shaped bra.