When I interviewed for the job, a man explained to me a bit of company history. "We've expanded the business to include telepersonal communications," he said, "and now we're moving onto the Internet. You can help us do that." I blinked at him. "Telepersonal communications." I repeated. "That's right," he continued, cheerily. Even as I raised my hand to feign a cough, the images of numbers flashed across my mind: 1-900. I went to work at a sex shop. >>>