It seems the older I get, the less sure I am about what I want to do when I grow up. This is the opposite of the way it is supposed to work. I was expressing this frustration to a friend, who asked what my M-B personality type was. I guessed it was ENTJ (didn't really remember but that seemed right) and I'll be damned if the first page turned up in a Google search isn't my biography.
University professor is still a possibility, but it looks like I am destined for the corporate wasteland.