So, seriously, who haven't you worked for? Are you 170 years old?
Well, considering I worked for HE Eyring for 12 years, mostly concurrent with keeping books for. . . . well, the democrat I babble about sometimes. . . . and running on from there, doing what amounts to about three jobs at a time, and some of that of the "consulting" sort, where you really have to have about ten jobs going all at once to make ends meet. . . . , besides more or less being a fly on the wall usually. . .
But you know I'm really only 60. Part of it is how I managed to have a whole bunch of jobs for not very long when I was a kid, well, besides starting my first job at age 10, and never being unemployed since, on account of just being a really good ditch digger.
Well, probably more to the point, I work dirt cheap. That's what it takes to land jobs working for the highest tiers of our privileged and important folks in society nowadays. It really harks to the old movie sterotypes of the thirties and forties, vaudeville blackface schtick. If you're willing to do that, you can build up a huge repertoire of "insider" tales pretty quick. . . .
I'm probably really a scum dirtbag for airing laundry like this. I bet if ten influential bigwigs hear about this, there'll be ten poor underpaid toadies fired tomorrow under the black suspicion of being the real "babe".