Work, Work, Work, Work, Work, Work

There is a story told in my group of friends back home in the Bay Area that always makes me laugh. My friend, let’s call him Sam, was working as a well-compensated engineer at a technology company that makes software for other businesses. Sam is one of the smartest people I know. He’s talented at many things, and coding happens to be one of them. For him, his job is a job, one that affords him the ability to live in the inhospitably expensive city that he loves, the city where he grew up and where his family still resides.