There’s nothing quite like topping out in your job title at the age of 29 that makes you think, “Are you serious? Are you fucking retarded?”
Yes, the good Lord invented challenges and the only thing I’ve been challenged with the past 5 years in “the biz” is my sanity and patience; and if you talk to anyone who knows me, I lack both.
I can look back at years of accomplishments and good deeds and sum them up by saying “I wish work was that awe inspiring.” Cuz the truth is, ladies and gentlemen, I uh, well, there’s nothing much I can say that is good about being an engineer. It’s like, man, uh, people usually don’t become engineers because it’s hard work, or so I thought. Well this isn’t the case, kittens and pussycats. Turns out, It’s just fucking boring as hell. Essentially, my job is to tell people how stupid they are in a tactful way. If you see me at any wedding, you will soon find out, I have NO tact.
Disappointment hasn’t run so wild since Willy Wonka decided none of the Golden Ticket finders were going to inherit his factory. I just finished a teaching a two week seminar with a 50% success rate, meaning, half the dudes passed.
Now, you can blame the material, or the teacher, but when it comes down to brass tacks, it’s an utter failure on the human race and, unfortunately, in this race, I got the lame horses. Now, let’s not uh, ya know, sugar coat it, the material is uh, whew, potentially challenging, but in that case, it was the fault of either the student or the person who sent the student to the course. Regardless, when one student get 100% and another gets 39%, you can’t entirely blame the instructor.
But what can ya do? Another building block on the resume to further my career in a field where I’ve lost interest years ago.
Long story short, don’t be an engineer and eat plenty of ice cream.
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