My family owns an HVAC business. Unlike most of my seven sisters, I chose a life of crime.
I started working for a competitor. A decade later, I realized doing the same manual labor for a rival company wasn’t the massive rebellion I thought it was.
Turns out, sweating in attics and crawling under houses wasn't my dream either. So I went back to school, discovered copywriting, and today, if the A/C breaks, I move.
Now, my sisters hold down the fort at the family business, and I make ads.
