Ten a.m., and I was already in a foul mood. So far, my morning had been devoted to kicking various and sundry butts for incompetence, inefficiency, and wasting my time. Finally, punching the intercom, I snarled at Jolene, my executive assistant, to get me a coffee. I was the Executive Vice President of a large advertising agency located in New York. My world consisted of stress, deadlines, and irate clients. I lived on Za...

My name is Marge. I am the Executive Vice President of a NY advertising agency. Following a flare-up with my assistant Jolene, she suggested I go see a therapist due to problems I was having at home and at work. After a thorough interview, including examining my body in its most intimate details, Dr. Jim Roberts told me my problems could be dealt with, but he needed to see me the following day with my husband, Bob. "What...