What are you going to do when you grow up?
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I'm thinking of getting a degree in Political Science. A minor in Journalism, maybe. But what I really want to do is make documentaries. Like a female Ken Burns. 
Neesy
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I don't know that I have lofty goals. Right now. I wish that I had thought more about my future when I was teenager and still in school. Hell, I wish I had thought more about my future earlier this year when I was making a bunch of dumb decisions.
My loftiest ambition is to not get fired from my current job while also getting to escape to a job outside of the fast food and food service industry. The grind has been too much for me lately.
But my dream is to play my Gibson Les Paul for a living. You know, all that.
My loftiest ambition is to not get fired from my current job while also getting to escape to a job outside of the fast food and food service industry. The grind has been too much for me lately.
But my dream is to play my Gibson Les Paul for a living. You know, all that.
Arcadevere
Gentle Lady From Brady Hartsfield Defense Squad
I'm planning to get a master's degree of Architecture in Heritage once i became a Registered and Licensed Architect (of course, i would work first before entering a graduate school) Or would get a master's degree that will result for me to be an Architect Lawyer lol
I'm pretty sure I've answered something like this before. Suffice it to say I didn't become any of the things I thought I would or wanted to be (except for 'writer', and that's not all it's cracked up to be. Still, 'tis my nature, etc and blah).
I've mostly stumbled into stuff. I knew I was useless at practical things and was also expected to leave school as soon as I could (at 16, over here; got my GCSEs, didn't get to do A-levels or go to uni) so I ended up doing office work. From there, I shuffled sideways and fell into the black hole that is accounts work (bookkeeping, purchase and sales ledger stuff, expenses calculations).
After a while the black dog took a bite. Once I was kinda-sorta over that I retrained and earned my BA in English Language and Literature, with the somewhat mad idea of being a teacher. I was on reserve for training twice without being offered a place in the end, so I had to do something else. That turned out to be freelance editing and proofreading, thanks to having some experience after volunteering to help out a small press linked to an online writing community.
I've been doing that since mid-2009 now, but it's been leaner pickings every year - there are thousands at it, many with better connections, industry/insider knowledge and experience than I could ever have as former in-house eds have been booted into the freelance marketplace - and I'm now at the point where it's finally time to fold up my tents and seek pastures new (or old, depending). To be honest, I've been at that point for a couple of years, earnings have been that low (and the number of people seeking freebies has increased seemingly exponentially), but this year's been the straw that broke the donkey's back. The other downside of editorial work was that, at one stage, I found I'd written little or nothing of my own in almost three years, so part of the initial slump was down to me elbowing stuff aside to make time for that, though ed work still dominated my days (as it had to; it was my bread and butter. Literally. Just bread and butter. No jam for the likes of me).
Of course that means I need to retrain again, even if it's brushing up old skills and seeing what's changed. I could do a Masters - my BA is a 2:1 (upper second class) with honours, so no problem there. It's just that, at 43, I don't really fancy going through another complete change of direction, especially as I don't know which direction to jump in and, since the Masters would require taking out a loan (paid back via a higher rate of income tax for the rest of my life once I'm in work again), it'd need to be in something that a) there are definitely jobs in and b) I won't require any more training for.
It all means it would be far simpler not to bother with the Masters, but at the same time I can't say that the prospect of falling back into accounts roles has me jumping for joy either (mostly because I can see that bar steward of a black dog waiting for me, teeth bared, eyes glowing red, just waiting to welcome me back).
Ho hum, such is life.
I've mostly stumbled into stuff. I knew I was useless at practical things and was also expected to leave school as soon as I could (at 16, over here; got my GCSEs, didn't get to do A-levels or go to uni) so I ended up doing office work. From there, I shuffled sideways and fell into the black hole that is accounts work (bookkeeping, purchase and sales ledger stuff, expenses calculations).
After a while the black dog took a bite. Once I was kinda-sorta over that I retrained and earned my BA in English Language and Literature, with the somewhat mad idea of being a teacher. I was on reserve for training twice without being offered a place in the end, so I had to do something else. That turned out to be freelance editing and proofreading, thanks to having some experience after volunteering to help out a small press linked to an online writing community.
I've been doing that since mid-2009 now, but it's been leaner pickings every year - there are thousands at it, many with better connections, industry/insider knowledge and experience than I could ever have as former in-house eds have been booted into the freelance marketplace - and I'm now at the point where it's finally time to fold up my tents and seek pastures new (or old, depending). To be honest, I've been at that point for a couple of years, earnings have been that low (and the number of people seeking freebies has increased seemingly exponentially), but this year's been the straw that broke the donkey's back. The other downside of editorial work was that, at one stage, I found I'd written little or nothing of my own in almost three years, so part of the initial slump was down to me elbowing stuff aside to make time for that, though ed work still dominated my days (as it had to; it was my bread and butter. Literally. Just bread and butter. No jam for the likes of me).
Of course that means I need to retrain again, even if it's brushing up old skills and seeing what's changed. I could do a Masters - my BA is a 2:1 (upper second class) with honours, so no problem there. It's just that, at 43, I don't really fancy going through another complete change of direction, especially as I don't know which direction to jump in and, since the Masters would require taking out a loan (paid back via a higher rate of income tax for the rest of my life once I'm in work again), it'd need to be in something that a) there are definitely jobs in and b) I won't require any more training for.
It all means it would be far simpler not to bother with the Masters, but at the same time I can't say that the prospect of falling back into accounts roles has me jumping for joy either (mostly because I can see that bar steward of a black dog waiting for me, teeth bared, eyes glowing red, just waiting to welcome me back).
Ho hum, such is life.
Yes, but what he fails to mention is he lactates constantly and that is the type of "nursing" to which he is referring...
I'm still working on my manifesto so it's hard to say which direction I'll end up taking. For you academia nuts out there. Pursue that path, if you wish, without accreditation, and get a trade.
....didn't seem to bother you when you wanted a milkshake.....Yes, but what he fails to mention is he lactates constantly and that is the type of "nursing" to which he is referring...
Well, you know what they say, your milkshakes bring all the boys to the yard.
The number of times I threw up in mouth just now equals 3... no wait... 4. Yes, 4 times.
I just saw this and had to go back and find out where this thread took a left turn . . .
It was my fault. I freely admit it.
Back on the path.................
Spidey has chosen to never grow up!
Spidey has chosen to never grow up!
I thought as much. My dad lived by that choice! (Me too, obviously)Back on the path.................
Spidey has chosen to never grow up!