>I’ve had a lot of shit jobs in my life.Example: For several years I worked for an old boob magazine in New York. You know what a boob magazine is. Don’t make me spell it out for you. My job was to write and edit copy that would ostensibly make heterosexual men uncontrollably excited.On my lunch hour, I closed the door to my office–an act, I’m now certain, that my depressed, judgmental officemates interpreted as me engaging in bouts of high-speed self-pleasure–and I wrote game reviews.I met deadlines. Spoke with editors (many of whom, I now realize, were mere kids…