How to Tank Your Life and Other Mildly Terrible Ideas

The plan was simple: get a boring corporate job, wear beige, and become the kind of respectable, emotionally stable person my ex-husband could point to as proof I'd finally "e;grown up."e; I lasted three weeks. Then I saw the ad: "e;Live-in companion wanted. Remote mountain cabin. Must tolerate solitude and a disagreeable employer. Generous compensation."e;I showed up for the interview in my only ...