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Goodbye, deviantART!A few years ago, when I was 26, I had a job doing .NET work for the State of South Carolina. I worked as a private contractor with others, in a stuffy, old office space. The people I worked with were older and I constantly butted heads with them because they were set in their ways and I was not. I was brimming with ideas, all the time. But whenever I suggested them, they were shot down, in typical government bureaucratic fashion. I hated getting up at the crack of dawn to drive to work, only to drive home after the sun had set, raging at the thought of all the minutes of my life wasted doing things I felt had no impact and, in turn, made me feel that my life was without meaning. Everything felt bland and uninspired.
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My boyfriend at the time, Eric (mendozaaa), suggested I start job-hunting. I didn't know what I was looking for, but I figured I'd know it when I found it. I interviewed with a few companies, but none of them felt like a good fit for me. When I saw deviantART in