I'm in a kitchen - it's huge, spotless, covered in stainless steel. Everywhere there are people dressed in white, chefs and kitchen porters, my job is to scrub the large baking pans, we're talking, the chefs and I, I've just recieved my Masters Degree in English, one of them jokes about it, someone else tells him to give me a little respect. Outside, on the way home, a sunny, summers day, and I think to myself "What can I do with a masters in English? Maybe become a proofreader"....this thought is discouraging.
a miscellany of completely unrelated thoughts...