If you didn’t grow up watching Seinfeld reruns, then this might go a little over your head. I apologize, and I recommend you take the time to fully appreciate the peak of 90s sitcoms (and Jerry Seinfeld’s hair).
Remember this scene? George, having lost another job, is trying to figure out his next move. He sits down with Jerry, who takes pity and suggests new careers. The whole sequence is hilariously sad, but something most of us can probably relate to at one point or another.
After I quit nursing school, there was a period of a few months where almost every career seemed like an option (aside from engineering and nursing, of course).
Trying to narrow down my interests was next to impossible.
I think I’m a little past this, now. I know what I don’t want in a career, and most of these revelations have come from my soul-crushing current job.
I’m even highlighting majors in university books I’d like to take. Majors! I’m slowly narrowing it down.
And I have to say, I’m kind of proud of myself.
(Anything but geriatrics, anything, I tell you!)