The other day I had an epiphany. I realized that I had been a SLAVE. I was used and mistreated and worked for nothing. How the hell did that happen? It's been almost 30 years since I left and I still am dumbfounded to think about it sometimes.
Oh yeah, not only did we work for nothing, we paid THEM for the privilege of doing it.
That was precisely what happened for me! I was so desperate (M&A'd by TWI) that I wanted to write a huge long grovelly letter of apology in hopes of being readmitted. I couldn't remember their zip code. Googled TWI and GSC popped up as the first item. The name sounded intriguingly familiar... the reading was horrifying but had a ring of truth... the rest is history. That long grovelly letter never got written. Thank God for Pawtucket and for GSC and all who run the cafe now.