The Informed Reader pointed me to my future job a few months ago via this article in the Chicago Tribune.
Check out slide number 2 and Dan Baker, site director at Mars. Doesn't he look young? Like my age? What could he possibly have done to get this fantastic job? Do you see how Mike, standing next to him, seems to be very scared that Dan won't like what Mike just cooked up on the old chocolate boiler?
I'm fascinated by this Dan Baker character. He doesn't seem that impressive--I mean, it took him eight years to complete his university degree at the University of Strathclyde in Glasgow (which, incidentally, boasts student satisfaction levels above the (abysmally low) UK average. Dan may have been so satisfied he didn't feel like leaving...)
And sure, fine, maybe he acquired some other degrees during his decade at that university, but his LinkedIn page doesn't go into detail and I prefer to think he's no more qualified than I would be to run a chocolate factory. Still, on the off chance that he actually studied something relevant, I'd definitely be willing to follow in his footsteps, go to school, move to Glasgow, and not see the sun for eight years in order to get Dan's job. But I won't study chemistry. I won't have my chocolate be sullied by science. I'm sure Dan feels the same way.