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I broke my pinky last Friday. Snapped that bad boy in two. I happen to be working at a camp and at this camp we're more than halfway through building a second-story wraparound deck for the dining hall. Breaking my finger and being sidelined has made me realize that I'd rather my contribution to others be intellectual and my hobbies menial, rather than draw a paycheck for what my hands get done. Still feeling like I need to get something done, I wrapped my hands in band aids and pads so that I could hold the nail gun. 