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I find talk of career paths infinitely dull.

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USelaine said…
On the other hand, hearing about the work history of some people (without the 1980s career-speak) can be very interesting. Looking back at work and location is how I mark the epochs of my personal history. But I won't bore you with that here... 6^)
Kris McCracken said…
USelaine, that I agree with. It's interesting to see the twists and turns that people often take. As a keen student of history, I would say that of course.

I will add that the most interesting of these conversations never match what the dullards who bore me with talk of their own career projections envisage, either!
Um..."career path" - I'm not even sure anyone who runs in my circles knows what that might mean...me included! I can bore people in so many other ways!
-K- said…
For me, talking about careers is like talking about sports. I don't have many of the natural gifts for either of them but I also have to admit to sometimes being envious of others who do have them.
Kris McCracken said…
Diva, it is indeed boring talk. I like when you bump into someone you knew once long ago, and you happen to be holding a baby. This other person somehow manages to share what they've done, what they're doing and what they intend to do and then you part ways, realising that at no point did they a) ask you about yourself; b) express any interest in what you are doing; or c) didn't even bother to ask the baby's name!

That happened to Jen just the other week.

K, if you've got one, I don't mind. It's just the self-absorption that seems to accompany them that kills any interest for me.

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