Another morning, another drive hoping I’ll be in a horrible accident and be saved from the torture of work…

During my drive this morning I began contemplating what I want to do and realized I have no idea. My current skill set demands the I do web development and continue on the path to an ulcer and heart disease. However, I don’t think I really want to program for the rest of my life. Actually, I think I’ve always known that. In fact it’s something I fought against most of my life. My brother was a comp sci/math person, as was my dad, and my mom is math. Me…I majored in English. It was a natural progression to go from a degree in English to a career in web development right?

Sure I have done a little with my degree. I’ve coauthored a few plays right? They don’t pay the bills unfortunately. In fact, I’ve only received any amount of compensation from one play, and that would barely buy me a greyhound ticket across the country.

Now that I’m faced with the urgent need to remove myself from this pit of bile and puss I ask, “Do I really want to do this again somewhere else?” The easy answer is no. But, what else am I going to do? A bachelors degree in English doesn’t get you much. I’d love to learn a skill like carpentry but that would mean making no money for a while, and dealing with all the contractor types I’ve had such trouble with.

So what’s a guy to do when he’s got a white collar mind and a blue collar soul?