It was time to take a load off: I worked my way up to it

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In the summer of 2002, while I was dealing with the issues involved in getting my Master’s diploma mailed to me, I was also looking for a job. Unlike my previous job searches as a high school kid looking for a way to buy hamburgers and movie tickets, this time I was packing two¬†college degrees earned with pretty decent GPAs. I thought there would be tons of employers out there looking for a guy with my pedigree.

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