It’s only recently that I’ve been forced to handle these things you normal people call “emotions.” I’ve managed, through sheer power of will, hiring stunt doubles and drowning myself in work (no, not LITERALLY) to keep myself as far away from these “emotions” for as long as possible. Then my daughter was born nearly three…
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Call screening. Good times. Certainly never thought such an act would ever threaten my job. But in February of 2000, I was ordered to catch a flight to LaGuardia, then a car service to Connecticut to discuss a call-screening matter with my boss. The meeting began with but three words. “Is it true?” Shit. Why didn’t…
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