June 3rd, 2005

the lady in the radiator

A long time ago there was this lady, and she...

I had just finished screaming at my secretary. I might have made her cry. I didn’t know or care. She’d lost the call from an important client. I told her if she couldn’t even operate a telephone in this business, she might want to check out a job at McDonalds. She left my office with her head down. I scooted back the carefully laid paper tent on my twelve-foot marble desk, put a rolled-up bill in my nose, dropped my head, felt relief. She’d get over it. I was an accidentally successful manager, Armani-addled, improbably powerful, and twenty-eight.

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