Going to work started to feel like a slog. I knew I was part of the problem, but it felt like there was nothing I could do about it. It was absolutely miserable. One night I considered trying to change TransCanada from the inside, but in my defense, I was really, really high at the time. I thought about leaving, but somehow that didn’t feel like the responsible thing to do either. Not yet. Then, finally, the universe presented me with a chance to redeem myself.
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