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	<title>Comments on: So, I have a new job (yes, again)</title>
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		<title>By: Czoch</title>
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		<dc:creator>Czoch</dc:creator>
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		<description>It's official.  
You were in operation Surge for American preservatives (oil) in Iraq with a journalist from U of Illinois your convoy.  A road side bomb went off killing him instantly, burning him beyond recognition.  You (now Dave) were a struggling farmer from Nebraska, decided to take his identity.  You switched his dogtags with yours and never looked back. 

Years later, you find your self in the [marketing] advertising business, thinking back to that day as a turning point.  You have a no wife and a score of girlfriends/one night stands because of your fear of commitment.  The one girl that you loved in high school left you when you went to Iraq for a nerdy physics major from MIT.  You can never be fulfilled emotionally or physically because you block out feelings.

Don Draper.</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>It&#8217;s official.<br />
You were in operation Surge for American preservatives (oil) in Iraq with a journalist from U of Illinois your convoy.  A road side bomb went off killing him instantly, burning him beyond recognition.  You (now Dave) were a struggling farmer from Nebraska, decided to take his identity.  You switched his dogtags with yours and never looked back. </p>
<p>Years later, you find your self in the [marketing] advertising business, thinking back to that day as a turning point.  You have a no wife and a score of girlfriends/one night stands because of your fear of commitment.  The one girl that you loved in high school left you when you went to Iraq for a nerdy physics major from MIT.  You can never be fulfilled emotionally or physically because you block out feelings.</p>
<p>Don Draper.</p>
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