On Monday I started my sixth job in 2 1/2 years. (I swear I'm not as unstable as my resume suggests!) And, talk about not doing what you'd thought you'd be doing when you got out of college: I'm writing for a marketing department for a standardized test company. (Go ahead, throw tomatoes at me.)
 
I think about going to law school every now and again, more so on those days when I really hate my job or am unemployed, both of which happen in equal doses and with alarming frequency. I figure that if I hate what I'm doing, at least I'll a) be using my brain more and b) getting paid to do it. Then I'm politely reminded that I married the Navy, and that I'll never be in a place long enough to go to school for 3 years,  have a stable job where I can work my way up, or be at "home." I can't complain (well, I can complain about anything...). The bills get paid, I'm taken care of, and life is good.
 
~A
(Kane) Trask, not Frazier