This sent some future existential fear into me. For some reason, I feel like a scientists. I asked my self the question many times "what do you want to do in the future?" and I can barely find anything to which the answer is not " a scientist". And to do that in the way that would be good for me I would need to become a professor. And who am I to think that I will be that lucky bastard who will get tenure???? I am not getting a nature, cell, science paper out of my PhD. I guess I can already pack my bags and leave academia... But where to?
The bread is dead. Long live the bread. I'm in a company that's going to last pretty long into the tail end of consumer capitalism. In some form or other. They've reacted predictably by cutting some people loose quickly and completely, and furloughing others with a generous 30 days of health benefits. They will recover from this predictably too: cling to any budget savings with a death grip, resist any change that's more than vocabulary deep. It's pretty nice, measured by 'can you make rent' standards.