I’m a Crash Test Dummy and I Hate My Job
Even when I call shotgun, I’m still belted into the driver’s seat because that’s how badly we’re micro-managed.
Daniel Stillman is a copywriter and humor writer in Chicago, Illinois. Stillman has studied satire with The Second City and is a contributor to Flexx Mag and Robot Butt.
Even when I call shotgun, I’m still belted into the driver’s seat because that’s how badly we’re micro-managed.
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