At my sister’s wedding dinner my dad introduced me to the groom’s family and said ‘This is our daughter… she makes a living cleaning toilets.’ My mom sighed and added, ‘We stopped expecting anything from her a long time ago.’ The groom’s mother slowly tilted her head, studying my face, then murmured, ‘Hold on… aren’t you the woman who—’

put on gloves and follow protocol instead of standing there offering opinions.”

That drew a few genuine laughs.

Ethan leaned forward. “Mom, is this the Emily Carson from Sterling Sanitation Group?”
I nodded. “Yes.”

His eyebrows lifted. “I know that company. Our hotel division tried to get on your client list last year.”

My father stared at me. “Your company?continue reading …