Being sent to shit holes. A couple years ago, I finished a job and drove past an overwhelming amount of graffiti and booming rap music and people loitering everywhere. I thought maybe it was a crowded skate park. Turns out it was Rayshard Brook’s Wendy’s in Atlanta during that shit storm. I learned that cars were getting shot at that day. In the following weeks, I learned that there were even worse places to be. Stepping over piles of needles, used condoms, and boxer shorts, often approached by hostile people accusing me of taking pictures with my “camera”. I left that company after only a couple of months, armed with a new question for future job interviews.