Posted on January 13, 2009 at 11:00am
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I was officially “bona fide”. Like Holly Hunter in “O Brother Where Art Thou”, I vaguely knew the meaning of the word, but it was the first one that came to mind when I received the official job offer and concomitant, company, coffee mug, professionally embraced by clear crinkle wrap, tied with a scissor-curled ribbon. I didn’t hang my diploma on my wall, but that darn cup was the proudest addition that I ever displayed. Whenever someone asked me how I had become a dental technician after…
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