The woman in the center of this picture is Ruth Lives. She was my first boss and a lovely, wonderful woman to whom I was not all that nice. Not that I was ever deliberately unkind or ever rude. But as a 24 year old who thought he knew everything, not to mention an in-general pushy person, I was just that. A young pushy guy. I did a good job. I got promoted very quickly. I had a lot of responsibility and I got a new job pretty easily after she'd taken the time to train me.
I feel bad about it. She died ages ago before I ever had a chance to thank her for all she did for me.
She drank vodka.
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