After work, Jessica went home as quickly as she could. Today she was especially thankful that she got off work before rush hour started. For a small town, rush hour was awful. Jessica was so tired that it was difficult to keep her eyes focused on the road. Finally she pulled up at her apartment and parked. She heaved a sigh of relief, and relaxed into the seat. It took nearly five minutes before she could get up the initiative to get out of the car and walk the 20 paces to her front door. Inside, her bags fell to the floor, waking her roommate who slept on the couch. She felt a little bad, but she knew that Ashley was supposed to already be awake and getting ready for work. Jessica went to her room without a word, collapsed onto the bed, and found that her eyelids would not close. The sun was already streaming in around the blackout curtains, and Jessica knew that the longer she was awake, the harder it would be to fall asleep. She lay tossing and turning, for what felt like forever, but she must have fallen asleep at some point.
That morning Jessica dreamed of a place, just an empty void. In this place she could do what she wanted and did not have to work for others. Jessica found herself at a loss. Without others telling her what needed to get done, or having chores of her own to do, she wanted to do something, but could not figure out just what. She had no direction. As thoughts popped into her head, things would appear.
She thought of watching television or surfing the internet, but as soon as she saw the screen that just didn’t sound appealing. So Jessica tried playing a game, but she was so uninterested she wasn’t even following along. After sitting to think for awhile, she realized that her chair was uncomfortable and started to think of ways to improve it.
After putting a great deal of thought into the dimensions of the cushion and the perfect ratio of cushion to stability, she began thinking about to how that new perfectly engineered chair could be made aesthetically pleasing as well. As soon as she had this thought she gave herself a good faceplam. People had said that her engineering degree was at odds with her interior design minor. After years of defending this choice as “diverse” and “well rounded” she had finally found a way to use them together.
Usually people are an expert in either how to make something either look good or functional. Then they have to work with a different expert to bring in the other half. This means that one or the other is an afterthought, but she had it all!
Jessica awoke to find her eureka moment crushed by the realization that this would still not get her a career. Anyone looking to hire wanted an expert, not a jack-of-all-trades. She signed again and wished that her bed could just swallow her up so she could escape the real world.