When I graduated from college I started the job search. There was no living in my parent’s basement. There was no backpacking through Europe. I knew had to work. With a double major in English and Sociology, I really wanted to become a famous novelist but had a backup plan of saving the world. The prospect of writing a novel was a thousand times more terrifying than saving the wold so I looked at nonprofit jobs and anything that seemed remotely brave and sacrificing.
There was no internet, so my strategy was to cut out little ads from the Boston Globe, arrange them on a sheet of yellow legal paper and stare, looking for a sign. I should have recognized the giant sneeze that sent the ads scattering to the floor as a sign. Wrong direction. Go with the writing.
But instead I started interviewing. In preparation I went home…
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