The days when money was an option are long gone. Since our population started migrating away from rural, farm-based communities towards urban, manufacturing-based cities, society has become progressively dependent upon trade between individuals. If you don’t grow your own food, you have to exchange something of value with the farmer in order to eat. If you can’t build your own wagon and pull it with a horse, you have to buy a vehicle through some exchange of value.
There’s a joke that takes a long time to tell, and I won’t. But at the end of the story, the man asks the shepherd, “How did you know I was a consultant?” The shepherd glances over at his flock of sheep and says, “You drove up out of nowhere, stopped me from getting my work done, told me something I already knew and then charged me for it. Now give me back my dog.”
“Dear Stan:
“I’m a twenty-six year-old woman with a Bachelor’s Degree in Philosophy and a love of art, music, and writing. I’ve been living in San Francisco for seven months with my fiancée, a tech savvy nerd with a Bachelor’s in Applied Computer Graphics. We are both intelligent, creative, innovative, responsible, and willing to work hard to get where we want to be in our lives. So, why is it that he is out of a job and I’m still working coffee shops?
My first foray into Corporate Land was in 1979. Up to that point, my most prestigious position was supervising college boys and native Inuit in an Alaskan salmon processing plant.
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