One of the things on my mind these days is finding a job. A career arc I never considered:

"This what becomes of reformed gangsters: they leave the life to become mathematicians. But Smiley was not one of those studious types who disappeared into hermitage or exile. He was an exhibitionist who slept naked and solved theorems while the glass from the overhead sky-light magnified his derivations and graphs".

From Salvador Plascencia's The People of Paper.