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To: Crocodile who wrote (50903)	5/21/2000 11:00:00 PM
From: Ilaine	Read Replies (1) \| Respond to of 71178

>>I was very good at it. But I hated it.<< I edited that part out because I didn't want to whine, but since you understand, I wish I'd left it in. Too late to edit it back in. It's funny how you get into doing things because you need the money, but know it's not what you are going to do for the rest of your life. We are very fortunate that we were able to walk away, aren't we? One of the saddest themes in 19th century literature is the person who is really suited for better things, but can't escape, due to social stratification and calcification, especially in England. I think it's because of the Industrial Revolution, it seemed more efficient and expedient for a person who fit into a particular slot to stay there, regardless of personal cost. As for me, I think the reason I made this particular wrong turn was because I had a boyfriend who had a little printing company, and learned a useful skill that paid really well. When I quit, to go to law school, a long time ago, I was making $22 an hour. Very hard to walk away from that, without better prospects. I still think it was a wrong turn, and I remember exactly the day I went wrong. Before I went into printing full time, I'd worked in health care type things, dental assistant, surgical technician, and then social work type stuff, working at a suicide hotline, at a crisis intervention center, and as a weekend counselor at a maternity home, for example. I received a job offer to be a weekend counsellor at the Greenhouse, a place in New Orleans for runaways, and Justin talked me out of it, telling me I didn't want to be a social worker all my life. So I went to work in a very alienating environment, frequently all alone for my entire work shift, in an industrial neighborhood that was deserted and dangerous after dark. It was the wrong move, but I didn't know that at the time. But I never dream about being a counsellor, and I dream about shooting camera several times a week.