Turns out I didn’t have to actually pay attention to the THREE HOUR Apprentice Season Finale because GATS is watching it too. I could spend the evening gnashing on the ear of CSS, trying to sever that dastardly ligament, watching the blonde battle the army dude out of the corner of my very squinty eye.
I could never have made it as far in The Apprentice as, oh, the videotape submission. But even I know that continuing to explain how you have “risen to the top” of every organization of which you have been a part is not going to win you any, um, jobs with The Donald.
Clawing your way, screaming and bleeding, to the top, now that’s a different story.