I'm the Writer. I'm the Receptionist. No Wonder I'm So Conflicted.
Start my own junta and ponder how I will survive as a man stranded on an island with but a pen and scattered pads of yellow-lined paper. I join forces with some fearless rebels and boogie.
Banks are sexy. Gulp. So, need a way to get peeps chirping about a new entity that's been slapped on the side of their fave arena. You start with a giant name tag, run some clevah ads and loosen the suit a skosh.