My co-workers expect me to be late and temperamental.

I love the fast lane.

I've always known I would be a success, but I was surprised at the way it came.

I ask myself more questions than Hamlet as I ponder which shoes to wear

It's sheer torture. I have to be up with the chickens every day and go to work on my body. I hate it, but I do it.

Most people don't need to work as hard as I do.

After all the work I've done, why should I suddenly be treated as a bona fide actress?