A year ago, I graduated college expecting to embark upon a career as a book editor. I didn't exactly expect wealth, intrigue, and international fame, but I also didn't expect to be making pagan sacrifices in thanks for the temporary, minimum-wage jobs that have been sustaining me for the past year. I've managed to dig my fingernails into a part-time job I've had since I was a student at a University tech department help desk, despite the University's best efforts to shake me off. To supplement that, I misspent four months doing desktop support at Staples. I quit that job when offered a position as an AV tech for a fancy conference center, but that seems to have been a cosmic carrot-on-a-stick. There, you're all caught up.
