In my head, I’d always imagined being a boss was glamorous.
There was a lot of sharp tailoring, shouting ‘Yes! No! Buy! Sell!’ into phones, and owning an engraved gold cigarette lighter that I could tap impatiently on hard surfaces.
What I never imagined was spending all day in Kmart track pants, digging hardened chewing gum out of my stage with a ballpoint pen.