I
quit my PhD in psychology and currently manage a program for people with gambling problems in Melbourne, Australia. I have had maybe fifty jobs in my life, including working on a traveling carnival (for a year) and putting catalogues in newspapers (for an hour), but I keep coming back to jobs that are "commensurate with my intelligence" or enroling in formal education. A source of great anxiety to me that might explain why i have a strange respect for my brother who is smarter than me but has been in and out of jail numerous times for drug and firearm offences and who doesnt really give a shit.