The only thing that would end my name duality was a legal name change. I knew I would take my husband's last name When my husband and I got engaged, I was 100% ready to take his name.

I had stacks of books near my bed, a county government temp job in a downtown L.A. skyscraper and a stream of notifications from a dating app lighting up my apartment at odd hours of the night.

I wanted to know every screwup my team was making in real time and face them head-on. So I created a "Fuckup of the Month" meeting, where all of our employees gather to share their mistakes.