Life's a funny thing

Juxtaposed with The Talk this past week, I've found myself in the unusual position of being able to give reasonable job-hunting advice to three friends. So while talking my way out of a job, I've simultaneously been able to use what little career and industry knowledge I have to help others talk themselves into one.

Also juxtaposed with all the pre-Talk angst: a job offer. It's with exactly the kind of person I'd want to work with, but in exactly the wrong field, i.e. the field I'm planning to abandon in nine months. Of course I turned the offer down. Then I started looking wildly around for the self-preservation instincts that I clearly lost, somewhere between finishing school and growing up.

In other "I don't wanna grow up, I'm a Toys R Us kid" news, I recently learned that some people my age are undergoing IVF because they're trying all means to have a baby. I always think of IVF as something that much older people opt for, after they've tried for ten years to have a child or something. Meanwhile, I extemporaneously reminded one of the classes I was teaching that reason #531 I don't have a kid is because you never know what you might get and whatever it is, that's what you're stuck with. Some call it the beauty of having children; for me, it's kinda like watching I Know What You Did Last Summer --- it has all sorts of nightmarish potential, even though there'll be funny moments and beautiful people, and I really can't see myself sitting through till the end of it.

Not yet, anyway.