My first “real” job was furnace door potholder in the ninth concentric circle of Hell.

I was just too stupid to know it at the time.

When I look back at my present success, I know that I would not be where I am today if it wasn’t for the time spent at that nightmare job.

I can remember that the stress was so great that I would dry heave in the shower every morning while I kept shaving and shampooing so as not to be late.

Sigh. Good times. Good times.