There's a point to this. I promise. And we'll there eventually... So just buckle up and enjoy the ride.
This post is pieces* of about 3 separate thoughts all smushed together. Like
Smashburger... MMM, Smashburger.
Thought #1: College
Why did you go/are you going/do you want to go to college?
Everyone else is more excited about my impending graduation (gift hint) than I am. But they don't know the truth; that this degree is worth about as much as the ink and paper** it is printed on. And of course the tuition that I paid for it. What's important about college is the experience, not the class. And unfortunately, since I did it all online, this time around was light on experience. Now, don't get me wrong, college opens doors. Doors that might not be open otherwise. But you have to decide whether or not these are doors you want to walk through in the first place.
Thought #2: Dreams
There's a secret about corporate America that few people seem to know: the inmates are running the asylum.
There's a fundamental disconnect between my skill-set and my dreams. I'm not quite sure how it happened, but I am really good at something that I pretty much loathe doing. Ridiculously good. Good to the point that I can make large amounts of money doing it with very little effort. Now don't get me wrong, I like money, a lot. But not enough to continue doing what I hate for it. It's true that dreams are about as fulling as cotton candy, but life is too short to hate yourself.
Thought #3: Death
Now we get to the point of this whole thing: Death.
This post is one of the saddest things I have ever read. Almost unbearably sad. Remember, work will be here tomorrow***, but your coworkers might not. Many times you're not losing them to death, but because of transfers, terminations, or resignations. Everyone leaves eventually. We spend a lot of time with our coworkers; so shouldn't we make the most of that time? And make the most of those experiences? (See how it all ties together with a little bow now?) This is why I don't believe in resignation happy hours. If we're friends or friendish**** or whatever, then every moment together is precious and we should have happy days.
*See what I did there?
** Trust me, and go with paper. The sheepskin is way more trouble that it's worth.
***We've covered this before. I think. At least I meant to.
****It's a word if I say so.