They Made Me Sleep in the Garage for Christmas Until the Truth Came Out

opinion you cannot entirely stop caring about, no matter how many years and acquisitions stand between you and the person who needed their approval.

I’ll try, I typed.

Try harder, she sent back. Goodnight, boss. Tomorrow you make a man in a three-thousand-dollar suit sweat through it. Merry Christmas.

I lay down on the cot, staring up at the rafters. continue reading …