I had stretches where I went looking for work where I really felt sick about it, that my resume meant so little to the world the way it is after years when I could make miracles. Impossible deadlines? Mechanical impossibilities? Pushing efficiencies past long-set limits? I could do some amazing stuff, and suddenly, there I was, a guy with a college degree in poetry and a boatload of skills no one gave a shit about.

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