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24 February 1999
I wrote an entry a little bit ago about how my life is not what I expected it to be, but Joe pointed out to me that I never did say what I did expect.
My first impulse was to say, "Well, I don't know, but this ain't it." Then I gave it some thought, and decided that my first impulse was correct.
So what did I expect? Well...
- I expected that I would be more comfy in Corporate Culture. I did not expect that Corporate Culture would be something akin to slime mold.
- I expected there to be a job market when I graduated from college in 1990. As many of you know, there was a recession in full swing and the job market was glutted with laid-off employees who graduated two years ahead of me. Master's degree holders were temping right alongside of me -- it was very depressing.
- I expected (as does every college graduate) that my genius would be instantly recognized and that I would be paid insane amounts of money for it. (See the above bullet.)
- I expected that I would know what I wanted to be when I grew up by the time I was thirty. Of course, I also expected to know who I am, but as anyone who's read this site knows, I haven't got a fucking clue some days.
- I expected to be married to a guy who was devoted to me, and have a totally cute kid or two, and a cat, and a house, and a Jeep Grand Cherokee. With leather. (The Jeep, not the husband.) (No, really.)
So is that too much to ask? I didn't think so at 22.
I've learned a bit.
Unfortunately, I still don't know what I want to be when I grow up. If you have any suggestions, plausible or implausible, let me know.
-=30=-
