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Excerpt: After I dropped out of law school many years ago, my dwindling bank account and I stumbled into the anemic job market of a recession-battered Boston. Did anybody care to offer a soft landing behind a desk to a former financial editor who’d dabbled with a legal education? Not so much, it turned out. Fortunately, I wasn’t a one-trick pony. I was able to make a buck in a variety of ways—most of them legal.
For the next year or so, I put food on the table and rent checks in my landlord’s pocket by taking temp gigs, working as a paid experimental subject for the city’s many medical researchers, and transporting the tools required by a handyman on my motorcycle. Could I repaint your house? Of course! Did I mind splitting firewood? My pleasure. Would I refinish aging wood floors? Sure—just give me a day to recover from that weird cocaine experiment while I pick the brains of the guys at the hardware store.
music by Dyalla Swain http://soundcloud.com/dyallas