There's trouble at the mill...
Many of my friends have expressed surprise at the fact that, after being so miserable working in the high tech world in my last job, I have taken another one in the same industry. And yes, I did say never again.

So why am I once again working in the field? Because around here, high tech companies are the only ones hiring. I don't know why it took me so long to realize this, but from out of the blue came this revelation. Basically, we're a steel town with computers, and I'm just working at the mill.

Mill workers don't go work for the steel mill because they love steel. They work there because they need to pay rent and take care of their families. And while there are definately people who work with technology because they love it, I am not one of them. I don't love technology. I fear and loathe it. It stymies me at every turn and makes my life a misery.

I'd be much happier working for a non-profit organization but either a) there are no jobs, or b) the jobs that do exist pay next to nothing. And the spectre of that damned house that I long for still looms in the distance -- a sincere impossibility if I work for $65,000 a year saving the world.

What a choice to make. Do I save the world and selflessly give up my biggest dream or do I callously become materialistic all because I made the mistake of growing up in the most expensive area of the US?

I will wrestle with the answer to that question probably for the rest of my life. But for now, I'm just working at the mill.