Deep thoughts and contemplations don’t solve anything. Most of the time, they get us into a pointless dilemma. Sometime else, dilemma is indeed, the point.
I never regret that I did what my father said, getting into this major, traveling around the world, doing something for humankind. For years, I’ve been learning quite a lot about geology and life and struggle out of the comfort zone.
When I saw the geologists work, what I thought was, how far they were from their family, how distant they were from Starbucks or bookstores. When I met those guys from oil service companies, what they do was like working an important job inside a small cabin full of living machine talking in binary language then hop from one country to another. Then I found myself wanting their jobs. It felt strange because I’ve always dreamed of proper high heels and fashionable tote bag, not an ugly coverall with oil spots.
Is it the salary? Is it the ability to buy-as-much-books -and-tote-bags-as-I-like? Or is it wanderlust?
What do you guys see on your future job?