Associations and Other Occupational Hazards
I’ve dealt professionally with the Holocaust since 2001, and I’ve been working at Yad Vashem since 2006. Like all other jobs, this one also effects you.
For instance, I’d spontaneously connect 9/11 to November 9, instead of September 11, and I’ve already gotten used to the reoccurring conversations at dinner parties where people seem to be under the impression that I want to hear the story of how their grandparents escaped the Nazis. I can live with this — it’s not like I risk grave bodily harm in a sweat shop or am pestered for free medical or legal advice over the entrées, like so many of my physician and lawyer friends.
But the warning lights started to flash when I recently discovered that my North Face jacket has a logo not only over the heart, but also one on the back, under the right shoulder, and my spontaneous thought was: “Ah, just like the yellow badge!”
It might be time to move on to greener pastures.
Entry filed under: Life.