Wax on Wax Off This took place in 1987, so I was 18 or possibly 19 years old. I was working at a huge comms company as a clerical assistant and PA to engineer managers. Some of them were real weridos and some were happily married, and the odd one was an effortlessly powerful executive who exuded authority and looked like they lived in a gym. I was passed around the managers, as none of them merited a PA of their own, full time. I was assigned to a manager called Ray, who was really high up, known as a level 3, and I was to accompany him to a meeting up in Liverpool, to take place over… Read more