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Rolling StoneI wandered out of my office and asked Robin Little, my other former colleague, how she was doing, and she said she would let me know if she had any problems. And then I went back into my office, thinking I had the best job in the world. After staring out my window at the street below, where there was a hotdog stand that hadn’t attracted a single customer for an hour, I phoned my mother and Simon and let them know I’d received a promotion, more out of boredom than a desire to share good news with them. My mother said she was proud of me and Simon said, “Soon, you’ll be running the whole place.” He didn’t sound excited, and I could hear talking in the background, and when I asked him how his children were doing, he said he had to go, and hung up. Unfortunately for me, the near