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Copyright © 2000 LeeAnn Heringer
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chapter 4: in which we discuss my hoursworking 12 hour days 6 days a week i've moved past exhaustion into determination and a self-important sense of tragic nobility and have to yank to pull myself from sleep, but this morning dean and i got tangled up in bed and at nine-thirty gerry yelled at me for being late -- the business day begins at nine. and i listened for a reason, because there's always a reason if you listen long enough, and this morning he'd gotten a call from an investor with a question he couldn't answer and gerry wanted an engineer to pour morning milk on and have them snap, crackle, pop the right answer right back but i didn't know the answer to the question at nine-thirty which means i wouldn't have known it at nine. |
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