Some jobs are not quite so glamorous as others, but someone had to schlep all of those magazines to the post office. That was me for a while. Yeah, that kid who drove the beat-up, brown Rambler. After my tenure at PPC I went through a few dead end jobs and then opened a print shop of my own. Eventually, I sold the print shop and moved to the middle of the Missouri Ozarks where I practice web design as Planet Chicken.
I am actively seeking a way back to civilization.
all suggestions welcome.