In high school I had to take a “Careers” class. I only remember two things from that class:
- We watched a video on sexual harassment one day. The video warned about giving “meaningful looks.” What the heck are “meaningful looks?” I was a teenage boy. And now I was terrified of being sued for looking at the girls around me.
- Another day we took an aptitude test. My results said I should be an artist. No way. I couldn’t make money as an artist. I enjoyed writing and drawing, but I didn’t think I could support a family doing those things.
I went to college to be an engineer. That didn’t last long. Before long I was just taking the classes that sounded fun. I only went when I felt like it. My grades suffered.
I got a letter from the college. They told me to take a term off to think about my life. Then I could ask to come back.
I wasn’t going to beg to come back. Forget that!
I got a call center job. I hated it, but the money was okay. I spent the next few years bouncing from one call center job to another.
Five years later I went back to school to learn Japanese. I decided to take some other fun classes while I was at it. After a year I started getting more serious. It didn’t take long to burn out after that.
Years later I was out of work. By then I’d gotten married. I had a son. I applied at the call centers I’d worked at before. They never got back to me. I didn’t have any other experience.
My wife said I should go back to school. I’d been wanting to for a while. I majored in Computer Science. I was excited at first, but my heart wasn’t in it for long.
My grades went downhill. My adviser told me I’d have to change majors.
I left school instead. I applied to an online university. They wanted me to get a computer certification before enrolling.
I started studying for the certification tests. I couldn’t focus. I was so bored.
I went to college for six-and-a-half years. I have zero degrees. There were some fun and interesting parts, but mostly it was a waste of my time. And not just because I didn’t get that parchment.
I worked in call centers for a few more years. My last job laid me off. A few months later I was separated and living in my mom’s basement.
I’ve spent twenty years pursuing things I thought would make me money, and making myself miserable. I’d say it was a waste, but at least I’ve learned something from it:
DON’T WORK JUST FOR MONEY.