employablog

What do you do?

In college it was: What’s your major?

Now, it’s:

What do you do?

Well, in a country that values people based on their utility (generalization, but, true), this question comes up a lot.  And whether or not you try to, you (that’s right, you) make value judgments based on what people do to pay the rent.  Accounts, musicians, painters, pole-dancers, all these professions carry certain stereotypes.

Me, I’ve avoided that by juggling three jobs, and in true juggling fashion, one of those jobs is always changing, always up in the air.  But they have always been grounded in the hope that I will go to medical school next fall, 2007.  But grounding something in a hope is dangerous.  I can say, “I want to be a doctor,” or “I applied to study to be a doctor, I know that I’m not into two medical schools, but it’s still early in …” and so on.

And just as those are not impressive things to say, they also make me nervous, what if?  One of the questions that medical school interviewers ask is: “What would you do if you do not get into medical school?”

And I say something like, “be a nurse, a researcher, something in healthcare.”  And have a nice packaged answer, that is a fine career, but not the career that I chose.

But today, I tried on the Daddy Pants, and they fit nicely.

I got accepted into medical school.  Everything that I have slaved for, yearned for, nearly given myself an ulcer for and most certainly a few anxiety and sleep disorders for, is in my possession.  So now, without a doubt or white lie, I can say, that I am going to be a surgeon, probably thoracic, but it’s a little early for me to figure out a specialty.

Yeah, these Daddy Pants feel pretty good.

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