MasterPlans: A Eulogy
<p>This is the only professional home I’ve ever known. In fact, I’ve worked here longer than anyone else has — even the founders. (If that doesn’t make sense, keep reading.)</p>
<p>In 2005, when I finally networked my way into a phone call with the CEO, I was elated to land an interview for a “real writing job” — that’s what I wanted to do with my English degree, after all. I’d been a de facto paralegal for a big law firm ever since I graduated from college, but that was more of a grind than a creative endeavor. Plus it was time to stop living with my parents.</p>
<p>I’ll be 44 soon; my liver is even older. I’m a homeowner now (but don’t worry, I still check in on my folks). I’m a devoted spouse to a cancer survivor and an imperfect father to two challenging but incredible daughters.</p>
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