Sharon Fasoli:

Worked for the Big Mattress as some sort of weird lackey-slavepig hybrid something or other assistant. I may have put the ASS in assistant, being that my one clear memory is the accidental destruction of some chick's heirloom coffee mug (which was stuffed in the closet in that little office-y place, on a shelf with all kinds of other shit and it was like 4-fuckin-oclock in the morning so how could I be held responsible for such a faux pas???