Talented Failure: The Works of A.T. Prenger

     "I need a creative outlet."      This has been the thought I've been having for a few weeks now. I recently started a new job. After working in a grocery store I am back in an office. I took this because it was a better opportunity. Also? Working at the store was exhausting. That word has been thrown around a lot in the past few years and I understand. With a worldwide plague that has killed millions we're all exhausted. I had that dread combined with having to unload literal tons of flour every other day. I'm not being hyperbolic; I was shifting this weight by myself and I was tired. I would come home and fall asleep after every shift. I spent nearly three years just worn out and never truly awake.      Then I got a new job. It is a normal schedule and no longer manual labor. I got what I wanted: an 0800-1630 gig that I could leave the moment I stepped out the door. It was a relief. I am back into a rhythm where I work out in ...