Find a typo or two, your boss is in a good mood, and suddenly you're a hero.
What’s funny at 2 a.m. in the middle of a hostile tender offer ain’t necessarily so interesting at Bungalow 8 on a Saturday night.
Nick suffers the worst interview of his life, then somehow, magically, things look up. Or down, depending on perspective.
Before I became a writer, I was an associate at a large New York law firm. I hated it. Drove me insane. But like a...