Independence found, and lost.
When I was 19, I landed a job that would be a turning point in my life and teach me not only that life isn’t fair, but that it shouldn’t be.
At the time, I was basking in my newfound independence, living on my own, paying my way through college and looking for work, which back in the 1970s meant scouring through obscurely worded “help wanted” ads in the newspaper. Kind of like Twitter’s 140 character limit but without the benefit of webspeak abbreviations and emojis.
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