I worked for a year and a half at a publishing company. It wasn't that glamorous, as I was just a data entry monkey. I'd gotten sucked in because the job was described as entry level, eventually possibly leading to a job in the editing department. Two significant things happened at either end of that job: Phil died the day after I started, and I was fired from it seventeen months later. These two events were not connected.


I left that job with an appreciation for two things: Japanese maple trees and pictures of flowers. I took all of these in Shobi-wan's front yard.