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" The most ridiculous thing a boss ever asked me to do was blow out a candle. It sounds stupid, I know, especially when you consider the other things this lady asked of me. For her, a very famous, highly mercurial stylist, I lugged garment bags through public-school-closing blizzards, commandeered Xanax for stressed out actresses, and wrangled exotic animals when she deemed a specialist &amp;quot;unnecessary&amp;quot; on photo shoots. And yet the one incident that juts out in my mind as the most egregious, the most she-should-have-known-better, is the time she made me blow out a candle. At least it does now. My 22-year-old self didn&amp;#039;t know any better.  It was 11 pm on a weeknight when I got a call from her on my cell. &amp;quot;Are you home?&amp;quot; she asked, over a din of trendy New York City bar music and vodka-soda-clinking. &amp;quot;Yes,&amp;quot; I gulped. &amp;quot;Do you mind running up to my apartment and checking if I blew the candle out in my bedroom before I left for my date tonight?&amp;quot; she asked, with all the nonchalance of &amp;quot;Do you mind buttoning me up?&amp;quot; She knew that &amp;quot;running up to my apartment&amp;quot; meant going 60 blocks uptown, then 60 blocks back downtown. All to check on something I had nothing at all to do with. Boundaries: Non-existent. I pulled the petulant 10-year-old kid strategy and pretended like I couldn&amp;#039;t hear her, but she continued, &amp;quot;It&amp;#039;s totally possible I blew it out before I left, and I&amp;#039;d do it if it were at all possible. But I&amp;#039;m at the Boom Boom Room. On a date.&amp;quot; I started to say I really couldn&amp;#039;t\u2014I was terribly preoccupied wearing my retainer and keeping up with Kardashians\u2014but she&amp;#039;d already won when I picked up the phone, unprepared. She blind-sighted me. &amp;quot;You wouldn&amp;#039;t want my house to burn down, would you?&amp;quot; she prodded. Of course I didn&amp;#039;t. Of course I took the cab 60 blocks uptown to her apartment and 60 blocks back, only to find she really had blown the candle out before she left. But of course I didn&amp;#039;t know then\u2014because I was a young overzealous idiot who thought you were supposed to do everything for a job, ever\u2014that her request was totally ridiculous. The next day, when I got into the office and asked if she&amp;#039;d reimburse me for the $35 of pointless midnight cab rides, she looked at me like I was crazy to even ask. Me. I should&amp;#039;ve gone to her apartment and smashed her $60 Diptyque candle right then and there. "^^<http://www.w3.org/2001/XMLSchema#string>
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