It was hard to explain to visitors, especially if your visitors were your elderly parents, why someone was screaming, “On your knees, bitch!”
I knew in my heart that I didn’t really need to have a file of old e-mails from past loves. It’s wasn’t like I didn’t have hard copy back-ups contained in a vintage lunch box.
At first I was hesitant; it wasn’t the big break I'd been imagining. But the guy urged me, saying everyone had to start somewhere -- that I should see this as “on-the-job training.” Plus they’d pay me $50!