Gotta Start Somewhere

So I'm sitting in my chair wondering how I ended up working in the apparel industry selling uniforms to the government.
I have a literature degree from a private liberal arts college. I've studied Shakespeare, Milton, Spenser, Chaucer, Poe (yes, Edgar Allen), and even a few great existentialists. I've worked in the theatre, I've directed plays, acted, built sets, run lights. I'm an all-around educated artsy-type person.
And what does it all mean as I struggle for a better cubicle in the world of corporate middle-management?

..I can write one heck of a memo.

True, no one recognizes the depth, or even the grammar that goes into each memo. I write emails to people who control the financial destiny of hundreds and they have no idea if I've left a dangling participle or a mixed verb tense.
Am I bitter?
Should I be?

I learned a long time ago that education is for the individual, not the job.
I am surrounded by folks who have college degrees in subjects like "finance," "textiles management," "accounting." Sure they're making money. But do they understand the depth that follows "It was the best of times.."? Do they know why Shakespeare built his theatre, or how Edmund Spenser managed to write political satire against the queen while enjoying favor in her court? These things don't pay the bills, but they satisfy my need to understand more than the ordinary day-to-day. They help me see the present with wisdom from the past.
..And they help me write one heck of a memo.