Michel Harris was never even remotely like the guy he said he was, I noticed that a few seconds after meeting him, but I had to learn to like him, because Mr. Harris was my boss. After knowing each other for the four years I had been working there, I was about to throw in the towel. The guy wouldn't shut up about how muscular he was and how great he was with the 'ladies'. I mean come on, everyone knew that he just got a divorce. And his muscles aren't that great either. Why I put up with him, even I don't know.

I was in my second year of university and I loved it. It was everything I hoped it would be, but there was one drawback, as there always is, I wasn't taken seriously because of my name. At this point I was used to it, but it still drives me crazy. Like forget about my name, my personality is more important.