After college, I decided to move to France for a kick.
Unfortunately, not being able to speak French really hurt my employment prospects. Who knew?
I had to take whatever I could get. So I joined a very small company which operated out of a glorified shoebox.
Although the size of the office didn’t really bother me, the office cats did (largely because I’m allergic to pretty much every animal out there).
At first I made a complaint to my boss. Unwise move. She owned all of the cats.
She said that if the cats bothered me that much, I should look for work elsewhere.
Compassionate person, right?
So rather than sneezing and having my eyes run all day long, I came to work every day that summer heavily medicated.
In hindsight, it was probably exactly what I needed to get through all of that data entry.