I am posting this stupid, stupid article only because it references the Bureau of Labor Statistics' Occupational Outlook Handbook, otherwise known as My Father's Bible. I think he checked out every possible career I mentioned (although "rock star" was likely not checked out as being completely ridiculous and perhaps not even having a handbook entry back in those dark ages - I have the relevant late-70's copy of the manual around here someplace but I don't feel like digging it out to check for sure) and made a speech about whether, in his opinion, I would be able to get a job in that field or not. It's funny now but back then, so many people were unemployed in droves and not knowing how the hell to deal with it that Getting A Job was paramount in our family and a lot of others. It is also funny, in retrospect, that the reaction of my father, the research analyst (sans any college degrees whatsoever), to any issue was to go do research on it. I never noticed that at the time. And, it is funny as all hell while I was knocking myself out to qualify to Get A Job, I was steadily dating, make that de facto living with, a perpetually unemployed man who lived off his mom, the welfare system, and the occasional "stuff that fell off a truck." I never thought how weird that contrast was, before. I guess all of my best teenage rebellion was buried so far underground it only manifested in occasional tsunamis. Tsunamis rather than earthquakes or lava flows, because all the pertinent planets rest in Scorpio.
Ah well. Past is past, and now is time to face the truly important questions of the day, such as whether I should reheat the leftover Dunkin Donuts coffee I stuck in the fridge, or send dude who lives here (and does have a Job thank g0d) out to get fresh.