Finally quit the job. IN a fit of rage. Now I need to turn tricks to put the proverbial food on the proverbial table. Just kidding. Or am I?
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"Immature poets imitate; mature poets steal; bad poets deface what they take, and good poets make it into something better, or at least something different." - T.S. Eliot in a 1922 essay on now-obscure playwright Philip Massinger.
By the way, I've been a hunter in the job market for a long time, so if you need some advice, feel free to ask.