I have just come back from seeing "The Martian" and am in the sort of anxious state that can only be produced from eating an entire box of Mike and Ike while watching a charismatic young man trying to survive on Mars.
Seven years of underemployment allow me to empathize with that situation.
No more. Before I started whining about the upcoming presidential election (and who can blame me? have you seen the Republican candidates? this is why people are afraid of clowns), I related that I finally had my dream job at a museum, though it was only for the summer. Well, my summer job at the museum ended and I declined the offer to make it permanent. Instead, I signed on with them as a volunteer. Because I am inspired. And my volunteer experience will support what is now my new life's quest: to become a scientist.
You read that right.
Why a scientist? Because I learned this summer that I like scientists. And because it is possibly the most preposterous thing I can do.
I am studying like a demon. Math, astronomy, and physics. For now. Chemistry next. And Italian, just to mix it up. The volunteer experience will provide training, and my goal is to one day be worthy to join the museum education team. My brain is in mega-fucking-hyper-drive.
And I am very, very happy. Who knew?
At first I thought I'd keep things at amateur status, because I have sworn to never write another academic paper. But now I'm thinking that there are probably math and science courses out there that might benefit from the presence of a grey-haired old lady.
What a wonderful luxury to have the choice.
In addition, I'm in the process of preparing this blog to be published. In two books. The first will be titled "Underemployed Is the New Organic" (surprise!), with the second title TBA (I'm thinking "Pass the Vodka"). I thought I had already done the hard part by writing the thing. Silly me. As usual, I gravely underestimated the new task. This is not necessarily a bad thing. Many-a-time, my naive underestimations lure me into the undertaking of absurd tasks, and vanity (also not necessarily a bad thing), dictates that they be completed.
Works for me.
So watch this space. And thank you for your patience. Someday (hopefully) soon, people be able to purchase copies of my books as presents for underemployed friends and family. Much, much cheaper than therapy.
And it will support my math habit.