There was no aura of destiny surrounding Employee No. 1.
Rather, for the first seven years that he lived in our house, sponging off us, sleeping his days away, demonstrating no talent or potential whatsoever, I considered him a loafer. A lap dog.
When I started working from home four years ago, my opinion of him didn’t immediately change. He appeared to…
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