Me. It's my fault.
I got a stupid accounting degree and then pivoted to a career as an ecommerce growth marketer instead of taking an unpaid internship with an NFL team, working my way up through the ranks, and finally, after sacrificing all of my personal time, social life, and developing crippling anxiety and an alcohol problem, landed a seat at the Buffalo Bills decision-makers table where I would say: "it's been over 5 years with McDermott and Allen. This isn't working. History says this isn't going to happen. We've got to make a change before it's too late."
To which I would have been told: "lol. you're fired, kid."
And then I would be right back here, where I am now, in my stupid tinfoil hat, with my accounting degree hanging crookedly on the wall behind me, hammering my keyboard about 5 YEARS! YOU ONLY GET 5 YEARS!