I always tell my mother that in a few years I will be driving a big brown truck for UPS. I know this bugs her because I am too smart for that or something. Anyway, I think she really thinks that I am joking every time I mention it but seriously it is one of my dream jobs. I bet that is something you didn't know about me. I could listen to music all day long, I would not be bothered by people who are crude or mean(most people like to get packages), and I would never have to take work home with me(unless of course I had ordered something from amazon.com). I think that would be pretty much a cake job if you ask me. None of this working for 12 hours and only getting paid for 8 of them. No more being told you really should just be creative and do what you think is best for the tenth graders but when you do something you think is good for them you are told "maybe that isn't quite what we should be doing."
Another job I would enjoy would be stocking shelves at a department or grocery store late at night. There would be nobody to bug me at that job either. I would just be very good at driving a forklift and stacking products. If I am good at it, I am sure to have no problems. Then I could sleep all day long and then eat Ho Hos all the time and I probably would even get a discount on them.
Maybe a good job for me would be a car salesperson. I would l be one of those passive salespeople. I would let people shop around for a while before I even approach them. Then I would say creative things like: "Yes, this model actually comes in a hundred different colors, and really if you wanted to mix all those colors together, we could make a special order." or "You just think about this car as long as you feel comfortable. Afterall, you will be paying it off for the next six years of your life. Don't just jump in, call me when you are ready to decide."
Maybe I will just continue on doing what I am doing and one day be a famous writer. Of course, there will probably be a movie made about me years after my death and many people will be very dissappointed because they really thought I would find the true love I wrote about. SIGH.
Well, off to shower and sleep. Big day tomorrow. Training for work; a thrill a minute. I like the breaks when I can take out my MP3 player and watch The Office. That is pretty much the highlight of the day. I have a hard time paying attention for 8 hours. Later!
P.S. The pictures of the dye job are for Morgan! Notice that in the "Why, Hello!" picture is my Office Calendar. I have not yet changed it to April because John Krasinski is the picture for March. He is one of my imaginary boyfriends. Maybe it can be March all year long! :) The picture of Dad Bills and I are from about a week ago. Notice the difference in the hair color. It was pretty faded, wasn't it?
