June 2010
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I'll always owe you one.
This week at work I had what’s called a “stage.” Stahhhj. It’s French for stage, for Americans who use French words to describe their work. It’s sort of like an audition for high-end restaurant work, and it refers to both the candidate and the try-out. So this stage was following me around for a night, getting a feel for what I do. She had just graduated from...