Once upon a time, in an office somewhere on 5th Avenue, there was a girl who subjected herself to a terrible job. Unfortunately, that girl was me.

It was a grueling time during which I was chained to a desk, and a period of my life that I have not yet had the pleasure of eradicating from my memory. I was miserable, and it effected me in every possible way. I had never imagined that I would attempt to take the safe path and stay in a job where I was an underpaid underling, because I was too scared to go after something I really wanted. I was younger then, and had been taught that the safe way was the right way.

That advice would cost me 2 years of my life, that I wont ever reclaim.

The issue with that job wasn’t so much the office itself. In fact, I had quite a few co-workers that I had come to really like. The problem (Or half of the problem), was this woman…A boss lady…Her name was Evileen.

Evileen was a mean woman. The worst.

And despite the fact that I dreaded every conversation during which she roared her horribly nasty screams my way, I was still nice. I remained cordial when she was downright cruel. I held my tongue on a few too many occasions when she felt the need to use me as her whipping girl in front of the entire office when she was having ‘a day’ (Which, by the way, was almost EVERYDAY). I worked hard to decipher her Devil Wears Prada-esque instructions, i.e: I need skirts. Except in her case it was more like ‘I need a meeting with that woman with the stupid assistant, at that company near Raleigh-Durham’.

I’m not kidding. Those were her instructions.

But deciphering her code wasn’t even the worst of it. The worst was having to work painfully hard to avert my eyes each and every time her unsightly Botox ridden face, with freakishly arched eyes attempted to pierce deep into my soul. I swear, she would look at me and it was as though she was trying to steal my youth. And if she’d had any magical power other than her nastiness, she might have been successful.

Now, I am only 26 (which seems both young and old to me all at once)…So if you want to get technical I guess I do have time on my side. Evileen, however, was some 20-ish years my senior (I know this because I spied her drivers license once when she gave me her credit card to do her evil bidding)…

But, I digress.

Not everyone can come from good gene stock. I, thankfully, do. My mother is 61 and she looks great, and my sister turned 40 this past year and doesn’t even look like she was born in the same century as the stout, and portly Evileen. Unfortunately, the 40 something – ish Evileen does not look cute, and she clearly isn’t swimming in the good gene pool. Perhaps that’s why she’s such a cumbersome woman.

It’s been a very long time since I last saw her pinched face (Not that I’m counting or anything), and I hope I never have to see her again. Because, while she’s been released from my life – she has hardly been released from my memory and I’d be lying if I said I didn’t feel disdain towards her because she was (and still remains) the first person to reduce me to tears (publicly I might add) in YEARS.

I’m not entirely sure what her motives were against me. There’s likely more to it than the fact that I’m 26 and she’s…Well, never mind her age. Because, you know and I know, that age ‘aint nothin’ more than a number and she probably just hated me just because I was there and she could.

Regardless of her cruel intentions, the good, nice person inside me still wishes her well. If only she had been kinder, then, maybe we could have been like girlfriends. The kind of girlfriends who share beauty secrets (in this situation I’d be the one doing 99.9% of the sharing, naturally).

I would have loved to make her life better…Easier. Really.

I would have shared this with Evileen but she didn’t deserve my beauty tips. But you do. This is for every woman fighting a battle with time – Who wants to win the war.

Freeze 24-7 is guaranteed to make you look your freshest, and as close to your youth as possible (Plus it’s a kick ass alternative to Botox).

Try it. And don’t be mean. Because no matter what you do…No matter how many creams and treatments you apply…No matter the amount of Botox…

There is nothing – NOTHING – That can save you if you’re mean. Let Evileen be a lesson to us all.

Now, go get the cream and while you’re at it, be nice to someone today…It could mean one less wrinkle tomorrow.