Cheap, unfounded advice
Parent. AKA guidance counselor. You see, even though my kids know I don’t do certain jobs, they also accept that I won’t lie. Instead, I take pleasure in using the Socratic method of giving advice. A little bit of opinion, a smidgen of research; the usual.
Tonight (it might have been triggered by the documentary we were sort of watching), I was asked about how one “becomes”… a pilot, or a locomotive engineer, or… things I’ve never done but that I’ve played on the computer. I don’t do monsters, I do simulate mind numbing things like taking a train from here to there while scrupulously obeying virtual signals. Not enough realism to count in the job market, but demystification of the mundane in what used to be “romantic / adventurous” careers.
I could call an expert (just like on TV). We could talk to someone who has earned a reasonable salary for doing something that requires training and concentration. Maybe that will be the next step. For now, I’ll pass along a series of magazines that put the jargon front and centre.
It is the weekend. I avoided a close encounter with burned bugs (lobster on the BBQ) and chose to clean up the kitchen. Risk taker – that’s my alternate identity. Now it’s time for a little music, a little sleep and then a warm day with nothing scheduled. Vay-cay, if only for a few hours. Might go and buy some sneakers, or a windbreaker, if the spirit moves me.
Yawn! I’m tired just thinking about the possibilities.
