My mother said, "Learn to type, and you will always have a job." She wasn't wrong. And yet.
In 1990, I was 28, a college drop-out with a patchwork job history that included receptionist at an alcohol and drug abuse treatment center, Avon lady, newspaper copy assistant, department store executive secretary, tour boat marketing specialist, and maternity st…
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