dickey

Wednesday night. Class was over, dinner was done. The only thing left to do was lie on the bed and surf through the channels until I felt tired enough to fall asleep. Another boring night in my hotel room. I loved my job, but, God, I hated these trips. I was a year, maybe two, from partnership, handling administrative and training projects, and some PR, for a major chain of restaurants. It was a great job. But three or four times a year, when we opened a new restaurant, I had to go out to...

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