A Pandemic of Unsure and Unsafe HR

It was 1 a.m. on a Wednesday. I had been up since 5 a.m. the day before, and Chinese takeout boxes crowded the floor around my couch. My legs were numb from being tucked underneath me for so long, and my eyes were swollen from staring at my laptop as I furiously retyped a proposal that was due to the CEO in nine hours. 

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