Today was the day of my annual review, where judgement is pronounced upon my ineptitude and misfeasance by my overlord and stern mistress boss. As she completed the itemization of my many crimes she launched the good ship of my future development plans, a ship that to date has enjoyed all the glories of the Titanic. You should seriously consider doing an MBA, said she. I'm not joking, she added. But miss, said I, I have a core of boiling cynicism, churning away like an untended nuclear reactor.
I suspect this is mostly in response to the fact I wrote 'anything but your job' in that section.
Give me a couple of years and I'm going to rule this topic.