Top Ten Reasons Otherwise Normal People Choose To Become
Biomedical Engineers & Designers
by
H. Kent Craig
- After quitting cold-turkey taking Thorazine for years, their psychiatrist made them find something else equally
mind-numbing.
- After being a "guest" at the "Hanoi Hilton" from
1967-1973 during the Vietnam War, they missed the torture
and masochism.
- Their college guidance counselor told them that biomed engineers and designers made nearly the same money and got
as many chicks as their favorite rock stars.
- Not being able to handle the chastity-part of their
priestly vows, they had find a corollary occupation where poverty and blind obedience were still big parts of the job description.
- They thought that by becoming biomed professionals,
they'd get to see lots of naked women in real-life as part
of their daily routines and responsibilities.
- Their father died of coronary artery disease, their
mother died of cancer, and they wanted to honor their
memories by contributing to the health of mankind, little
knowing that most potential biomed device manufacturing
employers consider designing the next generation of
easy-to-use toenail clippers to be contributing to the
health of the world's population.
- Their cap-popping "homeys" in their gang back in
"the hood" coughed up enough profits from their crack and
crack-whore operations to send them to MIT for their degree
studies, so they could then figure out new ways of hiding
"stashes" inside "mules" on the Bogota-to-JFK runs.
- Too smart to waste their talents becoming a civil
engineer, too smart and not enough motivation to go
quarter-million dollars in debt and spend the next nine
years in medical school, too dumb to choose computer
engineering.
- When they were a little tyke and on their way home
from the neighborhood candy store, a smelly, seedy, filthy
drunk called to them from the dank recesses of an alleyway
with a "hey, little punk, c'mere . . . wanna see my 'pacemaker' ?"
- Word to the wise: never, never make life-altering career decisions while not fully recovered from an Old-Fashioned Electric Kool-Aid Acid Test frat party.
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