For the last six years of my life, people have looked at me funny and asked “Oh, classics… and what are you planning to do with that?” I would mumble something about teaching or my secret plan to be a female Robert Graves or change the subject.
I will never be stumped by that question again, because I just got a job as a professional yenta*!
It was the hardest interview EVER because my new boss owns and directs the Lonely Hearts Club. Always nerve-wracking in an interview! {I decided not to blog the real name of the dating service. Because of what happened last time I used a real name… Hi Cyberlore boys!) But I think it’s better to have the boss down the hall, than to report to faceless corporate headquarters in, say, Milwaukee.
She asked me about my career goals, which I HATE almost as much as the classics-major question. I can never bring myself to say I have a bright future in vacuum-cleaner sales, but I can’t say that I’m just here because I don’t want to starve. I said I hoped to make enough money to support my dead-Romans habit.
It was the right answer, because I’m employed.
*yenta — Yiddish for busybody, matchmaker, gossip.
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