Wow, what a dream during a Sunday nap.
My current job, the president of our smallish company, some of the reasons I don't like being here and don't like the feeling of him watching over my shoulder (the dream included him having an office at my newspaper), people invading my office space, an old bed of mine being there, and a seemingly magically growing plethora of home utensils and such popping up in said office, and there's enough symbolism for a monthload of Sundays.
Now, how the hell in today's American hypercapitalist economy, do I get out of here and get a quasi-intellectual, or public service nonprofit, or other job, or real career, to suit me better?
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