About the book: year / All I had to do was get a position as an intern and successfully interview Bruce Chamberson. Forget the fact that it looked like someone had fashioned it out of liquid female desire and then sprinkled it with “the ability to make men question their sexuality” as a finishing touch. I needed to do this work. Without incident. No disasters. No awkwardness. All I had to do was hold out for less than an hour and try not to do anything. Fast forward to the conference room before the interview, and there I am standing there with a banana in my hand. With a banana on which his name was literally written in large letters with a black marker. It was a few seconds before he walked in and caught me with evidence of the crime in my hands. A few seconds after that, he hired me for a job. Yes. I know. This didn't seem like a good sign to me either..