After college, I did what any self-respecting money hungry undergrad does when he has no clue what to do next- management consulting. Got to work 80 plus hours, pretended like I knew a lot about ‘best practices’ in industries I had never even heard of and lived at the concierge lounge at your local Marriott. Once I was able to palm my platinum status, there seemed no need to continue onward, so I opted to live in the African bush for two years pondering life and trying to make my existence mean something in a more noble context.
Earned my celestial stripes – went back to school so I could have student debt and now I am gainfully employed in a job I love. With the professional life in check, it seems the personal life could use a little help.