My job is passing out name tags, a crushing exercise as I have to ask the names of DC types who, mortally offended, look at me with a “don’t you know who I am” face. Which I obviously don’t. When I’m released from that task, I have to shadow Sheryl, holding her business cards so that she can work the room unencumbered. My presence is acknowledged only when she wants to do someone the honor of giving them her contact information.
