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Career calculus - Too hard?

Unless you've been living under a rock (and also provided you don't have an internet connection under that rock), you've probably heard of Eric Sink's "Career Calculus" by now. If you haven't, the short explanation is that it's a way of determining how likely you are to progress in your career.

That's fine and dandy, but if you're like me, then you probably think calculus is too hard and best left to brainiacs like the Crocodile Hunter and Cher. Why Eric didn't write "Career Arithmetic" or something like that is beyond me.

Because so many of us were obviously left out of the loop on that one, I came up with my own, simpler answer to Career Calculus. Rather than trying to figure out how far you can progress in your current career, I thought it might be more useful to start at the beginning and come up with a system that would make it simple to choose your career, and then let your high IQ handle the rest. I call my system the "Career Piñata."

It's called "Career Piñata" mainly because it involves your career and a piñata.

Here's how to do it:

1. Sit down with a bag of fortune cookies and start crackin'. You need to break about 100 fortune cookies open. The point of this little exercise is to harvest the fortunes. Once you've gotten your fortunes, you can either eat the cookies or throw them away. I'm not your mamma, so I'm not going to decide for you.

2. Now that you have a pile of fortunes, you need to flip them over to the blank side (if your fortunes have writing on both sides (with lotto numbers, for example), then you bought the wrong kind of fortune cookies - I should have written this in item 1, but I didn't, so suck it up, go buy new ones, and start over). Now, on the blank side of your fortunes, write down the titles of some careers that might interest you. Try to only choose things that you'd actually want to be for the rest of your life.

3. Done with step 2? If not, then what in the hell are you doing at step 3?

4. The time has come to select a piñata. Piñatas are available at most convenience, variety, and hardware stores. You shouldn't have a problem finding one. They come in various shapes and sizes, usually taking on the form of an animal. For demonstrative purposes, I chose the "donkey" shaped piñata because it's the most common (and also because I hate donkeys).

5. Take the piñata home, set it down, and maybe invite the neighbors in for a drink so that you can brag about it. They will almost certainly notice the donkey sitting in the middle of your living room floor, and will want to speak about it at length with you. Once the freeloaders have taken off (after drinking your good liquor, no doubt), stuff the fortunes in the donkey, tie a rope around your piñata, and hoist it up so that it's just over your head.

6. The next step is to get a black tie and wrap it around your head like a mask, paying special attention to covering the ocular cavities in which you most probably have a pair of mostly functional eyeballs. When a tie is worn around the head in the manner described herein, we call it a "blindfold."

7. You're going to need something with which to whack the piñata. If you don't understand why this is, then I suggest that you take a short refresher course in piñata theory. At children's birthday parties, the stick is commonly a broom, but we're playing in the major leagues here, so you really ought to get yourself something more substantial, like a baseball bat or small tree. [Note: If you want to be extra-specially safe, then you're going to want to do this step before the previous step - it's going to be a little tough to find the baseball-bat when you can't see where you're going]

8. With your piñata hoisted, your blindfold on, and piñata slugger in hand, go place yourself directly beneath the piñata. Upon your arrival, spin in a circle three times, stop, and then say something profound about your future.

9. Whack that donkey!

10. Provided you whack sufficiently hard, the donkey should crumble into several chunks of donkey piñata material. This will cause career fortunes to go flying all over the place, and this is the point at which you will want to get on your hands and knees and rifle through the fallen fortunes. Once you feel one, grab it, remove your blindfold, and then read your fortune aloud. Congratulations: You've figured out what to do with the rest of your life:

Published Monday, January 26, 2004 3:23 PM by Rory

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DonXML Demsak said:

Rory, Is this how you decided to become a co-host of .Net Rocks? If so, then this method seems to work, live got to try it. I wonder is the pinata store will have penguins?

DonXML Demsak
January 26, 2004 4:00 PM
 

Rory said:

Don -

"Is this how you decided to become a co-host of .Net Rocks?"

Good god, of course not.

I played "pin the tail on the career plan" and then read some tea leaves.

"Career Pinata" is only for the hopelessly confused :)
January 26, 2004 5:30 PM
 

Paolo said:

Me thinks Rory has decided to justify his Tablet PC purchase by drawing (and I use that term loosely) in his blog at least once a week.

:)
January 26, 2004 6:27 PM
 

Rory said:

Paolo -

I actually bought the tablet in part because I *wanted* to draw more often :)

The comics are a lot of fun to do, so I'm glad I can do them easily now...
January 26, 2004 6:33 PM
 

TJ said:

This buds for you Mr. Bed Pan Taste Tester Man...Some people just empty their bedpans into the sewage drain...but not you taste each one to see if its the right consistence...


yea ok bad idea..
January 26, 2004 6:40 PM
 

Randy said:

What happens if your career is to be a Pinata?

Actually, I've always said I was going to check out of reality if I ever got a fortune out of a cookie that was completely blank - I should go a round with the Career Pinata and see if I find one!
January 26, 2004 8:46 PM
 

Michael Favro said:

Oh, great! Like my life didn't suck before! Now it sucks, like, more!

So, I'm reading this Career Pinata (tm) thing and thinking to myself, "Self, you're stuck in a dead-end job as a so-called '.NET programmer', 'cause we all know it's just a fad and will be obsolete in a few decades anyway, and besides, you could do all this stuff in BeOS for years anyway, or something. Anyway, why not give this Career Pinata (tm) thing a try out?"

So I put all my files in the shredder, email all my source code to our competitor, and go tell my boss to pack sand. Then I stroll down the street to the nearest Pinata's-R-Us (tm) (which is, like, every corner here in Phoenix, along with Circle K (TM)'s, Walgreen (TM)'s, and every gas station imaginable) and get me one of them donkey pinatas.

Then I go to this Chinese restaurant to get some fortune cookies, but can you believe it? You have to order *food* to get *one* fortune cookie. So I start asking the people around me if I can have their fortune cookies, but they tell me no, thank you, and that I should have a nice day (at least I think they were, since I don't speak Chinese and all; maybe they were all telling *me* to pack sand).

So after *25* plates of the House Special Chicken (tm) and after waking up from my MSG coma, I write out all my careers I want to have (Major League (tm) pitcher, fireman, sausage maker, etc.), I stuff my Career Pinata (tm) full of the Career Slips (tm), and start whacking away. So, after about an hour, I finally break it open and I pick one slip that has my new, exciting career. With much anticipation I peek at it: Astronaut!!! Yeah, me!

So, I immediately head down to my local NASA office (at least I think it was 'cause it had a rocket out front, at least it looked like a rocket but the guys inside were in some kind of suits but they weren't space suits, I don't think, 'cause they were leather and black and had silver things all over, so I don't know if they were like managers or what), all the while dreaming about my new job. I walk in and tell them I'm there to start my new job as an astronaut. And they asked me "What new job?" And I told them "The new astronaut job from my Career Pinata (tm)." And they said "What new job?" And I told them all about it. And they started laughing and they said "Maybe you should get Rory to make you an astronaut. Yeah, you could be his 'ASS-tronaut'!" and they laughed some more. And I left the office crying.

So now I don't have a job (which sucked anyway), and I'm not an astronaut (which I really wanted to be), and I hate NASA now (I hope the Martians come out of hiding and *eat* the Mars rovers), and I'm gonna weigh like 300 pounds from all that Chinese food, and my shoulder hurts from beating on that pinata. THANKS, RORY!!!

I guess I'll go beg for my old job back.

Unless you can hook me up with that astronaut thing.
January 26, 2004 9:45 PM
 

Rory said:

Holy crap :)

Thanks for reminding me, Michael:

I CANNOT BE HELD RESPONSIBLE FOR ANYTHING THAT MIGHT HAPPEN AS A RESULT OF READING THIS POST, SO FOR GOD'S SAKE, DON'T GO STUFFING YOUR FACE WITH CHINESE FOOD JUST TO GET THE FORTUNE COOKIES YOU NEED, AND DON'T GET ANY FANCY PANTS IDEAS ABOUT BECOMING AN ASTRONAUT JUST BECAUSE YOU FOLLOWED MY INSTRUCTIONS TO THE LETTER! YOU ARE AND FOREVER WILL BE A LOSER, AND NO PAPER-MACHE DONKEY IS GOING TO CHANGE THAT!

<whew>

I'm surprised my lawyers didn't remind me to throw that in there... Gonna have to fire some of those jack-asses.
January 26, 2004 10:01 PM
 

Michael Favro said:

Guess I'd better call my lawyers off then, before they come break your kneecaps for making me stuff my face with Chinese food and thinking that I'll be anything other than a loser. (Actually, I think you already absolved yourself of any wrongdoing - you said in Step 1 (tm) "I'm not your mamma, so I'm not going to decide for you." I could have chosen *not* to eat the Chinese food. But I started out hungry, and after the third plate, I just couldn't stop myself.)

The worst thing about this whole thing is that after eating all that Chinese food, I could only think of 7 or 8 things I *really* wanted to be for the rest of my life. So I ate like 20 plates of food too many.

Then I got to thinking, "Hey! Don't they sell bags of *just* fortune cookies by themselves? At, like, you know, the Fortune Cookie Palace, or someplace like that?" I could have eaten *just* the fortune cookies! (Or not; you're still not my mamma.)

And then I thought (see, if I were still at work, they would have stopped me from thinking twice in the same day), couldn't I just make little slips of paper and write crap on them, without the fortune?

But then I thought that the fortune on the selected Career Slip (tm) might hold some significance, even though you didn't say that.

Mine was "The words Watoo-Owan-Koha will bring bad luck and premature death to all who read them." Do you think that had anything to do with it?

Oh crap! Don't read that! Oh crap! Sorry! Crap!
January 26, 2004 11:05 PM
 

Jason Scheuerman said:

Rory... you have the most twisted thoughts I've seen since <a href="http://www.thefarside.com/">Gary Larson</a>.
January 26, 2004 11:30 PM
 

Andy said:

Ok so I tried it, only I ordered custom fortune cookies with the careers already on the back of each piece of paper. Then I put them all whole in the pinata and did what you said. I took the first fortune cookie I found while still blindfolded and went and sat with it at the table ready to see my new career.

I cracked it open and it bled all over my plate.

I think my personal ray of death is right around around the corner.
January 27, 2004 1:36 AM
 

Chinese Food Guy said:

MSG is in all food even your favorite pizza. Don't let chinese food fool you.
January 27, 2004 10:32 PM
 

Rory said:

"MSG is in all food even your favorite pizza. Don't let chinese food fool you."

You really think so?

I know the guy who owns the restaurant where my favorite pizza in the universe is made, and he makes the stuff from scratch, fresh each day.

He doesn't add anything "weird," and he doesn't use any prefabricated canned stuff.

I know this isn't really all that important, but now I'm trying to figure out where MSG comes into the equation here. I feel like I'm going to have to march down to his restaurant, kick the door open, grab him by the collar, lift him, pin him against the wall, get all up in his face, and yell something like (while spitting in great quantities), "WHAT'S ALL THIS FUNNY BUSINESS ABOUT MSG?!"

I don't want to have to do that if I can avoid it.
January 27, 2004 10:39 PM
 

Eric TF Bat said:

Dude! Have you ever looked at your blog in Mozilla! Freaky weird! The rule for web design is: if it doesn't work in Moz, you've done it wrong; if it doesn't work in IE, IE has done it wrong.

But hell, I like your use of papier mache donkeys, which I think don't show up often enough in the blogosphere, so I'm happy to help. Contact me (address is all over my website) and I'll try to help you out. While you're looking on my site for my address, you'll almost certainly notice that my use of CSS and HTML is hardly perfect, so you'll know I'm not going to be a smug perfectionist bastard, which I hope will be reassuring.
January 28, 2004 5:55 AM
 

papier mache donkeys said:

Has anyone of you thought of How I feel among all of it????
June 16, 2004 7:42 PM
 

doopy head man said:

wow, what, huh... Career Calculus? Sounds weird, but the pun is cute. You know progress through your time at job. Yeah like change in object as it moves.

And mr. doody head man flies out the window flailing his arms and expelling stinky gas all over you.
August 3, 2005 9:20 AM
 

TrackBack said:

Career Arithmetic
February 22, 2004 7:50 PM
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