Nothing goes to waste.
That pet shopbarely a memory fragment from boyhoodfilthy cages crammed with improbable combinations of speciesthe amphibians choking on the toxic cage mates they tried to swallowthe dust-mote cage with the cockatiel missing a wing, the round wound staring at me like an angry, red eye.
And suddenly that memory is useful. I didn't know it, but I was training then. You spend your whole life training, only you don't bend the training to fit a fixed job, you bend the job to fit the training.
That pet shopbarely a memory fragment from boyhoodfilthy cages crammed with improbable combinations of speciesthe amphibians choking on the toxic cage mates they tried to swallowthe dust-mote cage with the cockatiel missing a wing, the round wound staring at me like an angry, red eye.
And suddenly that memory is useful. I didn't know it, but I was training then. You spend your whole life training, only you don't bend the training to fit a fixed job, you bend the job to fit the training.