I sometimes have these fantasies where I go back to school, get my phD, and wind up as a college professor complete with the jacket with leather-patch elbows. Or, sometimes I have this odd urge to open my own garage, and make my living fixing cars at usurious rates. Sometimes I scold myself- "you should have went into the military..." And then there is the part of me that wanted to be a comic-book illustrator. So far this semester, things have been pretty good, so I've not been having too many jump-ship thoughts. But I know where you are coming from.