I have been inordinately obsessed with the Talking Heads’ song Road to Nowhere over the past few weeks. I am feeling existential, particularly about the career world. It is seeming to me that all of those glamorous careers people covet are never what they seem. It seems every female I went to University with at Western works in either PR or marketing, and I certainly do not have the disposition for any of that pollution. In my experience, writing full-time for a newspaper is a prescription for being overworked, underpaid and precariously employed, at best. (That said, if The Globe and Mail called to offer me a job, I would certainly accept, but I imagine that after the novelty wore off I would find myself stressed and unhappy.)

I really enjoyed the world of education, but have not yet been able to bring the passion I have for learning to the working world. Perhaps, that is because it is inherently worse place to focus your energy. The pursuit of success and money is just not as pleasurable/fulfilling as the pursuit of knowledge/art/culture (and the two worlds rarely overlap). Maybe there is liberty in realizing this before I spend the next 10 years applying to communications jobs in the public service; I can put my all into entrepreneurial pursuits that I can do anywhere in the world without high heels on.

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Because, that’s what David Byrne would do.

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