I booked a commercial. One of those late night/mid-afternoon 18 to 30 seconds advertisements telling people to re-examine their life and go back to school.

“My life is a mess, then I found [insert college name].”

Literally.  We did about six different versions each with a different college name.  Then I listed three possible careers one could study.  Cut.  Three new careers.  Cut.  Three new careers… “Cardiovascular Sonography, Medical Billing and Coding… Video and Game Design.”  Yes, it’s one of those kind of commercials.  I’m changing lives, people.  Probably at about 12:45 in the afternoon during an Oprah commercial break.  I’ll take it.  I have wedding cupcakes to pay for soon.

“Hey kid, are you like me and want pursue your passion with your free time but you’ve wracked up enough college and fun miscellaneous debt to keep you pinned down to a day time job that you can’t afford to quit?  Yeah… no one cares, so here are some careers that you wished you had some desire to study so you could just be normal and move to the suburbs.  Good luck with that welding degree.  Hope you have a minor in accounting, you blissfully ignorant 18 to 22 year-old.  Tell your loving and supportive parents they are committing acts of child abuse by attending those piano recitals of yours.  You can’t solder rent, Pinocchio! Why don’t you just crochet a retirement fund while you’re at it?!”

It’s a little strange when you are essentially describing your own life in all its proud, artistic instability while being paid to tell someone in your same predicament that they shouldn’t be doing what you’re doing.