book break
December 3rd, 2005Pete stayed on the terrace with me. After a few minutes, he said, “You don’t really love advertising, do you?”
“Nope,” I said. I told him that I was applying for a job as a researcher in public television, but I was also thinking of becoming a cartoonist, a songwriter, an underwater photographer, a peace activist and a zookeeper for a really good zoo, the kind animals would have to apply to get into.
I was going to go from career to career and I wouldn’t stop until I found one I loved. I was going to be the career version of a serial monogamist.