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I was asleep when the phone rang. Twice. A recruiter with a thick accent, an email I never got, and a job I'd already accepted. BASIC ENGLISH PEOPLE. PLEASE.

I keep no Word version of my resume, for religious, moral, and digestive reasons. Every recruiter asks for one anyway, and every time I explain that Word can open the plain text file, I'm met with glee, as if I'd revealed a whole new world.

Despite looming deadlines, I spent ninety minutes in Harassment Awareness training. A lawyer taught it from the legal angle, which was entertaining. Asked which three groups were at fault in one scenario, I finally suggested: "France."

My week, by timestamp: resume sent Monday at 2pm, two technical interviews, a flight to New York, a real interview, and an accepted job offer by Friday at noon.