You know what I really love? I love receiving career advice from an 18-year-old British gap year student.
I found that I gained a valuable new perspective when he told me that it’s important to love what you do. The fact that he was wearing a Team Marlboro cowboy hat and clumsily hand-rolling a cigarette when he offered this advice made him seem all the more wordly and knowledgeable.
I am giving serious consideration to his suggestion that maybe I ought to wait tables for a short time while I get my head together. As I stealthily creep up on the ripe age of 30, I think that a stint as a fry cook could be just the ticket.
I was fascinated to learn that after majoring in political philosophy he plans to work for Amnesty International or maybe the UN. Perhaps I’ll give him a call twenty years from now, when he’s a paunchy corporate lawyer, and ask him if he remembers the exact day his ideals were crushed. Then I’ll quietly hang up the phone.
