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I finished High School, then got a job that quickly sent me into the IT field. Eventually I wound up in IT Project Management (and if I say I was bloody good at it, please understand that I say it with the same pointed passion that I might say "I've a birthmark on the nape of my neck", except the birthmark is more interesting to talk about) but some inter-corporate politics bludgeoned me into a strawberry jam smear, and burnout gave me an acrid, caramel-y smell of charred ordure, and I have now, effectively, retired.
I'm a left-brain. My right-brain wonders if it was harangued by the left into its current state of walnutty shrivelocity, or if its retarded nubbin-state is congenital. My left-brain says "SHUT THE HELL UP, RIGHT-BRAIN, OR I'LL BEAT YOU WITH THE GARDEN HOSE AGAIN!".
You lot, however, are smart. So many degrees...no wonder it's hot in here.
Cheers,
Marc (taking off his clothes)
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