Article August 5, 2002 Issue

How I got a LIFE

BY Ricardo Saldivar

I remember only two things from the year 1990. The birth of my niece, DiDi, and the week of vacation I took off to see her when she was just a few days old. The rest of that year is a blur, a time consumed by my job, with its 16-hour workdays spilling into weekends—demanding work that chewed us up and spit us out tired and frustrated.

I remember almost screaming, "I need a life!"