Saturday night, rain steady outside. One of those nights where the streetlights look blurry and the whole world feels a little softer. Made some chamomile tea and put on Working Girl. Been a while since I last saw it, but it’s still such a comfort watch.

Melanie Griffith’s Tess McGill is the heart of it. A Staten Island secretary with brains, nerve, and that quiet kind of hope you recognize if you’ve ever felt underestimated. Sigourney Weaver is all sleek suits and sharp edges as Katharine Parker. Harrison Ford grins his way through as Jack Trainer, but he softens in the right places.

Mike Nichols captures late 80s New York like a living thing. Office lights buzzing, taxis honking, the smell of copier toner and coffee you can almost taste. Carly Simon’s “Let the River Run” rolls over it all like a hymn, and suddenly you believe Tess can climb her way to the top with nothing but grit and a borrowed suit.

Watching it now feels like finding an old Polaroid in a shoebox — colors faded, but alive. Tess feels real. She could be someone you’d see at a diner counter, scribbling plans in a notebook over a cup of coffee that’s gone cold.

Saw a possum wander past the window while the rain kept on, steady and soft. The kind of small moment that makes you smile without thinking. By the time the credits rolled, I felt lighter. The movie’s a reminder that ambition can be kind, and stubbornness can be gentle.

A good film for a rainy night.