“It’s November, which is to say I’m spending all of my daylight working in an office that doesn’t breathe. I am molding over under fluorescent lights. I am poorly structured Excel sheets and the ham sandwich left two weeks in the break room fridge. I know I’m probably missing something big– a change in life that only happens in these younger years, and I’m so worried it’ll pass me right by because I wasn’t in the right place.”
— Schuyler Peck, If Fate Works A 9-5




















