Across the ocean

A retrospective assessment of advice I was given as a teenager

As a 17-year-old intern coming into the office for a few hours after high school each day in the early eighties, I had one job. Listen to AM radio on my way in, and report to the older workers the price of gold and the Dow.

They were all in their late forties and fifties, when a career job with one company was the norm, and they had opinions. Here’s a retrospective assessment of the advice they gave me, and how it turned out (or would have):

They also gave relationship advice, which, shall we say, was very much of its time. Luckily, I didn't take that either.