How did I get here?

There are moments when I look around and say ‘How did I get here?’ (Other times it’s more along the lines of ‘Where am I?’ and ‘Who are you?’) More often than not, these moments occur when I am hauling my body and any number of bags full of high heels, lunches and smelly gym clothes to the bus stop every morning, praying I can squeeze in Starbucks and still beat my boss to the office. Somewhere in between weekly Queer as Folk wine and Oreo marathons and bar hopping until 5am, I found myself a full time job. Three interviews and one giant recession later, you can find me huddled over a computer, editing psych reports, wondering if it isn’t too late to analyze others’ problems for a living. God knows, I’ve had enough practice on myself. After dipping a sandaled foot into finance and an equestrian-styled boot into fashion, I can’t help but think that maybe there was something to be said for majoring in psychology (besides the multiple choice exams and ‘Freudian Slip’ bikini briefs, that is).   

If you’re anything like me, you probably spent the day before any big family affair planning your escape from Aunt Judy before she could ask, ‘What are you going to do after graduation?’ I’ve heard that our generation should expect to have at least 5 careers before we retire (if we retire. The world’s oldest woman just turned 115; I feel like calling her up for recessionary stock tips). In which case, I’m more than half way towards a condo in Fort Lauderdale. Seriously though, I think our generation will reject the one career per decade model of our parents in favour of a multiple career model that allows us to edit psych reports by day and be paid to blog about it by night (when we’re not jaunting to financial seminars and fashion shows, of course.) To be honest, I couldn’t be more pleased with this turn of events, as the only thing I can think of committing to is non-commitment. It’s best to have an updated resume just a click away; you never know who you’ll bump into on your next 5am pub crawl– it could be your next employer. What am I going to do after graduating, Judy? Anything and everything. And yes, that includes the boss’ son.  

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