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4 ● 201 Great Ideas for Your Small Business<br />

I know. I’ve tried. As a freelance writer <strong>and</strong> producer, I have worked<br />

on amazing projects for terrible people, including a greedy, obnoxious<br />

celebrity <strong>and</strong> the campus loony at an elite graduate school. The production<br />

company story involved a really famous person who misappropriated<br />

production funds raised by a nonprofit organization <strong>and</strong> is too upsetting<br />

to share. (I’ll include it in my memoir.)<br />

But lessons can be learned from my most traumatic work experience.<br />

In 2008, the Great Recession prompted me to accept what seemed like a<br />

dream job at a prestigious business school. I was hired to write white papers<br />

<strong>and</strong> articles, produce audio <strong>and</strong> video clips for a web site, <strong>and</strong> coproduce<br />

a lecture series on the future of television. Best of all, I was asked to write,<br />

produce, <strong>and</strong> direct a documentary based on interviews with top industry<br />

executives visiting the school.<br />

My four-day schedule allowed me to still speak at Bloomberg TV–<br />

sponsored small business events a few times each month.<br />

Unfortunately, six months into the job, I was suffering from blinding tension<br />

headaches <strong>and</strong> my stomach was in a twist. Every morning, as I walked<br />

past the security bars on the windows in the stairwell, I felt like I was heading<br />

to my prison cell. The chemistry between my boss <strong>and</strong> me was terrible. I knew<br />

I was toast when he called me into his office for a performance review.<br />

He shut the door, sat down, <strong>and</strong> began listing my infractions: I walked<br />

too quickly down the hall, creating a “wake” that disturbed his secretary;<br />

at a staff meeting, my jacket accidentally brushed against her <strong>and</strong> I did not<br />

apologize. Worst of all—the day before our biggest public lecture (which<br />

drew a st<strong>and</strong>ing-room-only crowd of 250)—I left campus during my lunch<br />

hour to get my hair cut instead of helping her prepare the name tags.<br />

I remember watching his mouth move but not hearing any sound. It<br />

was surreal. Not a word about my writing, public relations, or production<br />

skills. No mention of the interviews being conducted in the new studio<br />

funded by the dean’s office. No mention of teaching students production<br />

techniques or producing a broadcast-quality film on a cable-access budget.<br />

Of course, things went downhill after that. He desperately wanted me<br />

to quit, but I was not willing to give up this job without a fight. Naïve about<br />

academic politics, I met with the human resources director, the assistant<br />

dean, <strong>and</strong> an employee assistance counselor. The counselor told me my<br />

boss was well known for being “difficult <strong>and</strong> quirky,” <strong>and</strong> my days were<br />

numbered. He also told me I was toast because my boss was a “rainmaker,”<br />

who brought big money into the school. I begged the dean for a transfer to

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