Growing up I always went to work with my mother. I always knew what she did (well, the highlights) and who she did it with. She worked in fashion, and her co-workers were characters who she sometimes brought home. I knew how to ‘commute’ to NY, where the breakroom was and what tasks I could perform to pretend I was working alongside her. And it worked…I appreciated what she did so much, her place of work became my summer job every year after high school and influenced my....