Family Jewels

The job I hate is coming to an end soon. I'm nearly at the last hurdle; a ten day stint in the desert training the new guy. I hate going to Dubai and can not for the life of me imagine how people can actually pretend to enjoy living there.

I've been offered project work for three months, during which time I'm supposed to figure out what I want to do. No mean task given the truth of the matter is I really don't want to work for anyone. I can't stand the routine. I can't stand being bossed.

I want to create.

My dad creates. He's a jeweler. He started in his forties, taught himself. He's said he'll teach me if it's what I really want.