At one of my other pure insanity work stops I've not yet written about, I talked my way into employment at (another) Seattle tech startup. The satellite office was in the western burbs of Mpls (Hopkins for your scorecard). There were 2 people working there in this office space over a Wells Fargo. By the time I left, 3 years later, there were over 20. This was due largely to me inking so many new accounts, I was grossing 7 figures in year 2 (from zero). Let's focus. Most of the new hires were freshly college graduated females, hired as project managers, which mainly meant working with their counterparts in Bulgaria. Figure, 5 blokes, 15 birds in the office. I wasn't doing the hiring btw. Ergo, working with a flock of birds in their early 20s. One of the smartest was a rock star kind of pm, unflappable, great w/clients, etc. Katie. However, for me distracting oddity was this: Katie wore so much makeup it was like a weird parody. It was caked on. She once told me she got up at...