An Elephant in the Lunch Room

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More than likely, the fact that I’m sensing an elephant in the room at this nascent stage of WCP is evidence of my possible tendency to overthink things*, as opposed to a reflection of anything that anyone reading this might be feeling. I mean, at a point where quite literally the only other person I’m certain is reading this is my mom (hi, Mom), chances are slim that anyone out there is freaking out over whether I’m going to address anything at all. But I rented this (free) auditorium so I could hold the microphone and babble to a bunch of empty seats, so here goes.

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Origins

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Far be it from me to style myself as some sort of caped crusader, singlehandedly avenging the cruel fate that befalls so many of us who grow up dreaming of careers as rock stars, professional athletes or actual superheroes.  Make no mistake, though: this is not one person’s plight. So while I don’t purport to be able to speak on behalf of all those whose childhood dreams come crashing down in a spectacular blaze of TPS reports, cake days and meetings about meetings, I’d bet that my experiences are relatable to many.

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