I hope everyone enjoyed the little vacation. I think last week was Jane's week for the topic, but as she was relocating across continents, I think we can forgive her. Frankly, I've been completely unmotivated to write on this blog - I'm not entirely sure why, but I'm soldiering on, and I've decided that this week's topic is dream jobs.
When I was a kid I wanted to be all sorts of things - veterinarian, marine biologist, ballet dancer, lawyer, Rogue from Xmen- everything under the sun. Things haven't changed much. I find myself constantly pondering the possibilities as I try to decide what I want to do when I leave the library. (I also decided at one time that I had Wolverine's mutant ability to heal quickly, but that's another post) Most of the options involve going back to school for any number of topics - law, interior design, library science, cosmetology - even being a mortician (is that mortuary science?) - but nothing seems to stick. (Side note : for awhile there my choices seemed influenced by what I watched on TV - I was really into Miami Ink, and then wanted to go into tattooing. The mortician? Totally Six Feet Under - thankfully I seemed to get over that phase before I started watching Dexter or Weeds) However, everyone has their dream jobs that they would love, but maybe never really considered doing.
My two dream jobs are storm chaser, or to study sharks (on offshoot of that marine biologist thing I guess). No, I did not get the idea to be a storm chaser from the movie Twister. I actually remember watching movies about storm chasers at the science museum when I was a kid. And well, I've had a love affair with Shark Week for as long as I can remember. Both jobs kinda have that element of danger. Unfortunately, both involve science, which I was never good at. Don't get me wrong - I loved my science classes, I just was never really disciplined enough to do my experiments properly. Part of that is laziness, part of it was natural curiosity - to see what would happen if I didn't follow the directions.
If I'm being honest though, my dream job would be getting to jet set around and take pics for a travel magazine or something. What? It could happen - shyeah - and monkeys might fly out of my butt.
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Shark week was a big event in my family and disrupted our normally scheduled Nickelodeon viewing annually (Inspector Gadget, DoubleDare, Looney Tunes, then bed.) However, I think my parents had a serious lapse in judgment letting us watch those shark shows. I remember always watching them and always struggling to get to sleep because I was terrified. Somehow, living just a couple hundred yards from something called Alligator Lake never seemed to bother me, but those damn sharks...
Anyone who has had to deal with it knows: the foreign service is where it's at.
You get to live abroad long enough to fully experience and appreciate a certain culture, and get to move on to another afterwards.
Also, you only have to show up to the office Tuesdays and Wednesdays from 11:15-1:30, including your two hour lunch. Unless you don't feel like it.
My dream job is to do Wayne's World for a living.
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