With “Career Day” fast-approaching I thought a lot about what career path suited me. I analyzed what would be an ideal career for my interests. I wanted something exciting, something that required a high level of skill, something that offered the opportunity to travel. Something that offered the potential for vast riches would be good too.
Looking over the offerings that would be available on the big day, I quickly found my match and spent the final days, watching my classmates struggle with other choices which now all seemed dull by comparison.
The big day arrived and I entered the room to find it crowded and noisy. Each career field had a table, arranged alphabetically around the large hall with long lines at the most popular tables. I looked about a third of the way around the room and took a place at the end of a long line.
The line moved slowly but this only confirmed my belief that I had chosen well, with so many others seeing the obvious superiority of this to the many lesser offerings.
An hour went by; then another and another but I could finally catch a glimpse of the table that was my goal.
To may abject horror I found that I was not in the right line!
I could just now see that the table I sought was aligned with the line to my right!
I turned my head to look back and, not surprisingly, the line for Pirates was now back almost to the entrance door.
But where was I?
I stepped side to side to peer around the line in front of me and could now read the small sign.
Pilots.
Crestfallen, I paused and thought, “Flying would be exciting. It surely required a high level of skill and there was also opportunity for travel.” Casting aside visions of chest with gold and jewels, I rationalized that pilots were well-paid and 401(k)’s and health insurance had value too.
With a last glance back at the long line of applicants for what would surely be limited employment opportunities for Pirates, I made a choice and stayed in my spot.
…and so here I am.