(The abridged version for those with short attention spans)
I'm good enough. I'm smart enough. And god damn it. People like me. Seriously. I'm a bigger badass than I knew. And I knew I was a pretty big badass.
Being wanted is nice.
Being appreciated in the office is ... well ... it feels odd. I'll have to get back to you on this one.
Location. Location. Location. It's not just for real estate.
I wasn't the reason I felt so much pressure.
There is no greater physiological mishmash than a basset hound and a Dalmatian.
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