Hope Springs Eternal

Housemate Mariko is organising a summer internship. I find this somewhat depressing. If I'm lucky, I'm going to live for another 22,000 days. That is, there's an unknown but definite clock that is ticking down to the day when my heart stops, the wonderful electrochemical dance in my brain runs down, and I cease to be. I don't want to spend an appreciable slice of my 22,000 days being an accountant. When careers people talk of the thrill of brokering a deal for millions of pounds, I see millions of pounds being spent on baked beans and petrol. I want to make a difference to the world, but it rather looks as if the demands of supplying myself with baked beans and petrol are going to put a limit on that.

There is hope though: the university careers service is having an "Alternative careers and volunteering" day in a few weeks. So I'm going to postpone despair until then, at the least. And there's always my dream of getting Richard Dawkins' job...

Song in my head: "Oh" by Sleater Kinney