There is a meme going around; how the job market is so bad you’ve decided to follow your dreams. Look, almost every job market is bad unless you’re a man during a war or a girl of age and in which case you would be shuttled into one job 99% of more of the time. Literally just show up and watch their necks crane and their eyes look you over top to bottom, bottom to top, no five-stage interviews and bets on most likely to. Maybe one day the job market will be so abysmal and you will end up living in a commune with cats in a library overflowing with books sipping matcha and eating peaches, along with all the other poor, unfortunate souls. How likely are the economics of this ever happening, you ask? (Just in case you need to prepare for such a scenario. You never know.) Maybe somewhere in the vicinity of the likelihood that any of this did. You once hated lavender and dreamed of labour.