I am learning that to survive in this town, you have to have a very thick skin, an absence of morals, and an ego the size of Montana. My ego is not even the thickness of Montana’s smallest town; I do have some morals (albeit questionable), and I don’t think my skin ever has been thick. Ergo …. I will not be one of this city’s great survival stories. I’ll get by, and I will do my job, but you will never see my name in headlines … and that’s okay with me. I don’t want to set the world on fire, after all – I just want to get home safely every night, proud of, satisfied, and happy with the work I did that day.