During interviews or any other intimate one-on-ones with strangers, there is a nervous laughter that seems to cut through my block of gibberish. I have never been able to pinpoint where it originates from. Maybe from the inner workings of my bowels, it sounds about the same. Inside that small office, I tried to sit as upright as I could, as if
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I've always liked the idea of working for a year or so somewhere, saving it up the money you earn, and then leaving for long stretches until the money runs out, and you do the annoying corporate job all over again.
Not that I've ever done that, but still...
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