My Long Overdue Love Letter To Tim Ferriss.

In the fall of 2008, I was 18 and starting my first and last “real job.” A third shift gig at a factory that would hopefully allow me to live comfortably enough while I started college and figured out what I wanted to do with my life. Day 1 and Day 2 was supervised training. Day 3 I was on my own. The job was as complicated as taking every fourth print from this machine and throwing it away, because the machine misprinted every 4 times. I was very good at this.

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