(Silence.)

"Hello?"

"I'm here."

"Amanda, I'm sorry. Don't take any of this the wrong way. You're right; I probably don't know what it's like. But I do know that when we graduated from high school, we weren't sure what we wanted to do for the rest of our lives. All we did know was that we wanted to be comfortable, but not wealthy; and have jobs that would make us moderately happy. If you want to go out there and work 80-plus hours a week as an investment banker this summer, well more power to you. I could never do that. I'd never want to. But it's your life and your decision, and only you can make the call about what's the most important thing to get out of a summer job experience."

"I know, I know. (Sighs.) I should probably get back to work."

"Okay. Well, thanks for calling. I never get to hear from you anymore, and I'm sure I won't hear from you again in a while."

"Dude, I'm sorry about not keeping in touch. I'll be better about it in the future. And you never know--maybe my uncle could use your help and mine with all the filing in his office this summer."

"Well, maybe it would pay more than IHOP, though it wouldn't be nearly as interesting."

"Tell me about it. Well, I should go. Thanks for listening Julia."

"What are friends for? Take care, I'II talk to you soon."

"Okay. Bye."

"Buh-bye."