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Last night I dreamt I was moving back to Athens, Ohio to go back to college. I even remember  remembering the look on my boss's face when she found out I was leaving that week- no notice (the boss part happening before the dream started). quiet_elegance and I didn't have anywhere to live, didn't have jobs, but maybe were signed up for classes. What's extra odd was that we were both going to a school here in Boston, but it didn't synch up with OU's schedule, so we were going to leave in the middle of classes in favor of new ones. Ugh.

All this was triggered from q_e talking about what he'd consider as a new profession once the wood working becomes to painful on his limbs. ... and eating pizza after class, I bet.

What I was struck by at the time of that actual conversation was that I have NO idea what I'd do if I wasn't an archivist. It could be that I found the precisely correct profession for me, but heaven forfend there ever be a reason why I couldn't continue with it. The only things I could think of that hold any interest for me would be a greater burden financially or requires the sort of training I'm willing to go through: artist, activist, shrinkologist.
Does the peanut gallery have any clever thoughts to add to this train of thought?