I had a car, and the car needed gas. In order to buy gas, I needed money. To get money, I needed a job. So, on Friday, March 13, 1992, my college roommate and I set off to spend our spring break in the high-end resort town of Somerset, MA, to work as seasonal laborers doing the resume-boosting job of counting clothes at a local mall. Yup, it was inventory season, and we were super smart college kids with enough fingers and toes to count on, so we got the job. While so many others were out spring breaking on the beach somewhere, we were lining our pockets, sleeping in his parents' basement, eating Wendy's, and counting dresses in sets of ten. And I loved it! Little did I know how that day would change my life.