Once upon a time, I had a high-level job at a national magazine. I was up for a promotion to editor-in-chief and was invited to lunch with the company’s VP. He was a tall guy with legs as long as a giraffe’s and walked at warp speed.
He didn’t know that I have rheumatoid arthritis (RA), which causes me debilitating foot pain. I’d disclosed it to my immediate supervisor right after I was diagnosed because I was unsure how my new medications would affect me. But for…
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