I have chosen the wrong career. If Facebook status updates are any indication as to how I ought to live my life (and really what could offer more sage advice?), then I should have chosen to be a real estate agent in New York or San Francisco. Or both.
Several times a week my news feed announces that an apartment is available, an awesome apartment, or that someone needs a sublet. Pronto. But Facebook status updates are ephemeral and I'm not a real estate agent who cares to remember how many square feet you need to live. By the time it occurs to me that two statuses are related, I've forgotten who needs what and when they need it. And I've probably already defriended both of you.