. . . on the eve of Independence Day. Especially when part of the deal is an involuntary suspension for 30 days.

And since we're a nonprofit corporation directly linked to a 12-step group, the people I had there as witnesses saw it more as an intervention than an HR issue. But that was part of the point, too: it was a good cop, bad cop routine.

I was the bad cop.

I do not like being the bad cop. On the way home I wished that I could cry; I was sure I would feel better if I could only do that. But my eyes were dry, and there was no release to be found.

On the other hand, every advisor I had—personal, spiritual, and business-related—told me I was doing the right thing.

"Wow," one person remarked as we left the interview. "That was a tough intervention. I could really use a drink."

"Yeah, me too," I told her. I'm having it now.

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