…HA! I will never grow up so that statement is null. But life insists that I have an answer for this anyway. See, I guess some people go to grad school with employment in mind. I went because I didn’t know what I wanted to do. I am hoping to fall into a dream job. Everyone that I know who thought they had a dream job and then worked it has actually hated it. So, I just plan to go where the wind takes me. However, people ALWAYS look at me like I am nuts. I think I miss out on jobs and internships when that question comes along. I truly don’t know though. There are SO many possible career paths out there. Why can’t a girl just explore for a while? Why I gotta limit myself world? So, here are a few of my ideas:
And not the kind where dogs go to die. The kind where I save them all from shelters and they come and live on my 1,000 acre farm in peace and harmony. And at night, they all come snuggle me and I never need blankets or pillows. Granted, this has no income potential.
I mean, I pretty much already got this one in the bag. I just need someone to supply me with the ice cream for free and then pay me to eat it. Also, provide a gym membership for me.
All of the information I read at this point in my life goes in one ear and out the other so I don’t think I could ever be an expert on anything. But, maybe one day my face will be on a documentary that high school students are forced to watch along with the title “Expert”.
Who wouldn’t want to twirl around in pretty dresses all day long?
I have this image of sitting by a pool, which is by a beach, which is in a small city outside of San Fran with a laptop and a floppy hat. Maybe writing about bands and music or whatever tickles my fancy.
Sometimes I read captions and almost pee myself. I think, “Yeah, doner kebob does need to be on this list 3 times. Good job”. I could write captions all day long.
I used to want to open a venue with an adult playground attached. And when I say playground, I mean 3 story slides, 5 feet ball pits, and unlimited milkshakes from the milkshake dispenser. Chuck E Cheese without the kids, smell of pee, and recent thefts and battery. I would also settle for booking bands or doing PR. (I love the HOB in Chi. It is one of my favorite places ever. If I ever get married…)
Now, I would also be okay with doing PR/Communications for a cool company such as Modcloth or the Humane Society, stay in radio for a while, or if all else fails go with what I wanted to be in elementary school…
a fricken rock star!