A colleague of mine called recently with a job lead. It was something like project manager for the marketing department of a software firm. While the job description made me wince, the salary had me dreaming of avoiding foreclosure in these hard times. So my inner voice—the one that would love to avoid homelessness—out-shouted my other inner voice—the one that is always whining But you’re an arteest! You mustn’t take these soul-sucking jobs! I didn’t get the job. However, I did have an epiphany when applying for it. Because when my colleague asked me if I was qualified, I told her of course I was. Why? Because I was President of the Student Council in high school. The ultimate project planning position. more ›