Too old to choose it, too young to lose it.
Today is my second to last day of work, and I’m already getting hit with the barrage of doubtful and confidence-shriveling questions I deal with every time I’m between projects.
(The Inquisition has no vision!)
First off, no, I will not become a bartender. I don’t know why this is always brought up. Sure, I know my way around a bar and a bottle, but I also know a little something about televi, pardon me, salt mining. I have a degree in it, I’ve done it since I was 12, and it has been my “official” career for almost a decade. Do Lawyers have to field these kind of questions every time a case ends? Do their mothers tell them after the verdict is read that Starbucks offers health insurance?
