As I read the news of the departures of longtime staffers with whom I worked closely at the Huffington Post, I think back to the day I got the biggest break of my career. It a warm April afternoon in 2008, I was 24 years old, and I was sitting outside an office building in midtown Manhattan, waiting for Arianna Huffington to pick me up. I was interviewing for an entry-level job as an associate blog editor at the Huffington Post. The company was beginning to make a splash in the news world, but it was still a bare-bones operation, with only 10 or 15 editors in a large SoHo room filled with MacBooks and flat-screen TVs. I?d interviewed there earlier in the week with two senior editors, and it appeared to have gone well. They made me an appointment to meet the boss. I was told Arianna personally approved every hire. I only dared to dream that this meant that if all went well, I would get the job. My jobs in publishing thus far had been as an intern, a freelance writer, and a fact checker. I didn?t have famous or well-connected parents. My main qualification, I think, was that I was insanely ambitious.
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