Chapter 31

Chapter 31

The gig at Sawyer lasted a few years, but work for me was slow there too. A lot of the people were terrific but I found it hard to fit in. These were ad agency types and I had a degree in chemistry. I was a bit of a square peg in a round hole. More aptly, I sometimes felt like a turd in a punch bowl. Some of the immature graphic artists made working there unpleasant—I found dead palmetto bugs in my desk drawer one day—and management turned a blind eye because, “Oh, you know those creative types…”


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