When I Grow Up...

There's a difference between what you want to do when you grow up and what your skill set destines you to be when you grow up.

Case in point: I wanted to go into forensics when I was in high school. I was big on that type of stuff, and so immersed myself in the business of dead people. I took an anatomy/physiology class in my junior year, joined the Pre-med club, and went on a field trip to a cadaver lab at nearby UIC.

But the pre-med club was nothing but a cover for some hippie like club that promoted peace and tofu. And I don't even like tofu. I couldn't be associated with that club. Anatomy/physiology was a great class when we were dissecting things and going over what I already knew. But me and nomenclature and memorization of nomenclature don't get along well, so me and anatomy ended up not getting along well either. That and halfway through the semester the teacher just stopped caring. The only thing remotely intriguing was my trip to the cadaver lab, but the stench was just horrendous. It literally smells so bad that the air is thick. Plus there's something a little unsettling about touching someone's blackened lung and realizing that it was inside someone's body at one time. Yeecchh.

Thank goodness I realized early on that forensics just wasn't the class for me. I discovered business in my senior year of high school and it's been lucky enough to last for two years (plus it's my major in college) so I think Business should take a bow. Law should also get some credit because I intend on going for my dual MBA and JD at the same time. Whew...

But today I realized that I may have a higher calling. I spend so much of my time doing it now that I might as well get paid for it.

And no, I'm not talking about blogging (though that's an idea, too).

I'm talking about hacking.

Before you go crazy and think I'm the mastermind that hacks into school computer systems, let me tell you I'm a novice at this hacking thing. And i don't mean hacking as in accessing someone's personal information and displaying their Superman underoos on Youtube. I mean hacking as in getting around roadblocks that people like to set for innocent everyday people like me who just want to put ringtones and backgrounds on their Sidekick, or who want to put super cool things on their blog even though Blogger won't quite allow you to do it.

I can find my way around almost anything, except for this Sidekick ringtone block (then again, real hackers have been trying to get ringtones for years without any success, so I can't expect that I'd be able to get something after only a month of trying).

But I spend so much time looking it up and downloading all sorts of programs that I don't know how to use (I downloaded Audacity yesterday and I still don't know what it's for) that I might as well do this as a 9-5 job.

Writing about this has inspired me to refine my search to see if I can break into my Sidekick. It's my phone, and I'll screw around with the programming if I want....

No, I won't. I'll just hope some other poor shmuck throws their phone out of whack and writes about it so I don't make the same mistake.

Until next time...deuces...