I moved to San Francisco 10 years ago.
I didn’t have a job or an apartment.
I just boarded a plane going from LA to SFO, found a nice room in the Castro and gave myself 2 weeks to figure out if I could stay.
Within 3 days, I had dueling contract offers.
The next Monday morning, I found myself sitting across from a hiring manager inside a bank vault that had been converted into a very intimidating conference room.
“What’s your hourly rate?” he asked.
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