By Friday, you could have knocked me over with a feather. The only night this week I made it home to bed was Tuesday. Naps in my cubical were all I had after that. Everyone was programming with fervor. We were surviving on bagels and pizza – the whole office smelled like cold pizza and drying coffee grounds from the trash. The product had to be . . .
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