Careers? Bah, Humbug!

 I think everybody should work.

Whether that is a career or not is a different thing.

But that’s just me.

What I wanted to be was a singer of songs and a teller of tales.

If I had been the sort of person who pondered things like careers, I probably would have called that a career.

But I wasn’t.

So I didn’t.

But I was lucky enough to have done some of that, career notwithstanding.

And it was done with some degree of success.

But I got married.

And there was Vietnam.

So, the tales I told and songs I sang faded to memory.

And I avoided the draft by going to Vietnam.

I sang some songs and told some tales while there, but it was a pretty dismal gig.

Later I went to work for IBM.

That was a job.

I pretty much hated it, and was terrible at it, but they kept not firing me so I just kept trying to do it.

And then one day, a year or so in, I realized that it had been quite a while since I had wanted to slash my wrists.

“I guess I have a career,” I said to nobody in particular.