Thoroughly Discombobulated

Freedom, it is said, is a wonderful thing.

And yet here I am, feeling like a balloon whose string has been cut, waiting to find out if I'm filled with helium and just waiting for the right gust of air to float out into the blue unknown, or whether it really is just ordinary air in my rubber lungs, and it's only a matter of time before I sink, shrivel, and collapse in on myself.

For those of you who didn't know, yesterday I delivered my final honours presentation, thus effectively completing my degree. We celebrated afterwards with cake (lemon meringue pie with a M:L ratio of at least 5:1) and these beautiful flowers appeared, courtesy of my mum. Seventeen and a half years of full-time education and all of a sudden I'm expected to actually do something with it. Fortunately, I appear to have forgotten everything I ever knew about logarithms and trigonometry (occasionally I amuse myself by trying to solve the problems left on the blackboard of one the classrooms I teach in - at the moment year 8 are getting into surds and year 9 is making headway with quadratic equations, which is fun) so at least you are spared my hey-it's-a-triangle-look-what-I-can-do rant. Instead you get the musicology-why-oh-why moanings. It's all very well for shiny new architects and engineers and, I don't know, chaos theorists and highly trained theatrical waiters and teachers who are actually qualified to warp young minds and don't just make it all up as they go along, like I do... but where is the thriving musicology firm for me to work my way up in? Where is the musicological newspaper with a distribution in the millions that I can go and be a lackey for? Where are the helpful hints from Musicology For Fun And Profit?

So this is an alert. Would all musicologists reading this please write in and tell me what it is they actually do?