Blog Comment: TUG JOBS were all really nice to me; not that they had much of an alternative¡XI'm quite sure that my father didn't ask them what they thought of the idea, and then put it to a vote among the staff; that just wasn't his style. Still, they accepted me with good grace. There were four of them in the business office: Jean, the receptionist; Arlene and Sally, the secretaries; and Deborah (not Debbie!), the office manager. They were of various ages (being young and utterly self-absorbed, I had no ability to distinguish the ages of anyone above 30), with Sally being the youngest (early 20s) and Jean the oldest (my inner child still sees her as 80, but in truth she couldn't have been more than 50 or so). They were a fast-talking, wisecracking bunch; jokes flew around the room constantly, and a lot of the humor was decidedly on the salty side. For a gangly 18-year-old, who had never been on a date, or spent any time in the company of women¡Xapart from his mother and grandmothers¡Xit was an education.
