When my career is in a state of inertia, I look up positive reviews either to confirm that I’ve chosen the correct profession or to just bask in the glow of a recent triumph. Either way, the goal is to maintain drunk-girl-wearing-a-pushup-bra-on-a-reality-TV-show level of confidence at all times, and Googling myself is a hell of a lot cheaper than a Victoria’s Secret bra and Jose Cuervo.
