My mum used to hound me incessantly about what I was going to do for a living. Now if I was a 30-year-old still living at home I could understand that. But she used to bug me about it back when I was in high school.
Thanks mum.
Because of her I took a chance on leaving journalism and taking some IT courses when I was 27. End result is I know work as an IT professional for a market research firm called Decima Research in Ottawa. Not the most glamorous job in the world but something I enjoy doing more often than not. And in hindsight, I think that’s all my mum was trying to hammer into my head after all – to get paid for doing something you enjoy. I’ve had my small share of shit jobs where I dreaded going in to work and I can’t think of a worse fate.
