Tuesday, October 03, 2006

Work / Life

I often wonder what secret ambitions people harbor. I, myself, am relatively low in the ambition department, but even so I’ve entertained many highly unlikely career paths along the road to my current occupation.

Here’s an annotated and by no means exhaustive list …

Grocery bagger (fits the low ambition criteria nicely)
Gas station attendant (no explanation necessary)
Philosopher (again, no explanation necessary)
An essayist (also known as my Emerson Period ... still kinda wanna be this one)
Museum curator (mainly involves wearing cordouroy and sweaters)
Photojournalist (my people phobia made this one particularly challenging)
Doctor (you don’t have to laugh THAT loud)

Actual unlikely jobs I’ve had … all temp, of course:

Law office file room clerk (still, they didn’t have to fire me!)
Spanish translator (Google’s language tool only gets one so far)
“Wife” to an undercover investigator guy (I just had to pretend I was with a guy checking out a real estate scheme … weird)

So what’re your unrealized and/or unwittingly realized career ambitions?

Comments:
How remarkable it could have been:

A city planner (so I could rebuild my boring hometown)

Architect (see above reason)

DJ at KJOY in downtown Stockton, CA
(It had a huge glass window facing Main street and people could watch you spin all the hits like The Cars, Blondie, J Giles... My idea of fame.)

How unremarkable it actually was:

Saleman (jewelry, shoes, power tools & used appliances in teens and early 20's)

College radio station manager

Grocery store deli clerk

Prospectus specialist

Supply room clerk

Waiter at tourist trap.

Technology Help Desk at suspicious Asian bank

Mosquito control Tech specialist

Essay scorer for Arkansas K-12 public schools.

Map specialist
 
I thought I would make a good plumber. The idea of clearing out the clogged pipes seemed very satisfying.
 
dermatologist--my sister and I enjoyed giving autumnal squash and pumpkins "skin diseases" and then shaving the scabs off with sharp kitchen knives. Eww.
 
ok here's mine:

dream jobs:

waaaay back up infileder for the SF Giants (Hummbaby days, that is)

chemist who discovers that dust is a renewable energy source

newspaper reporter that brings GW and his posse to their knees

actual jobs, funny when you put it all in perspective

paperboy - funny how I never thought that blasting U2 at 6 in the morning was not a problem

cook - at Payter's in hometown Stockton... ask George about that place

Bartender at seedy college bar near UC Berkeley

Oyster Bar Whore .. back to Stockton

Cook/Waiter/Bartender/caterer/allaroundstupidass at Greek heaven in stockton

Customer Service for evil paper distrubitor, bonus though GX supple room clerk ordered from me... not to mention 3 million corn dog bags

catering to the well monied in the SF bay area.. highlights include getting sneered at by Sean Penn, finding the dungon control panel in a super house filled with guns (not locked mind you)

teacher in math/computers/filing for SF good job

adult education in Bar Mills Maine. Yeah I don't know where it is either

teacher to kids who are nuts

more teaching to kids who are nuts

teaching to kids are are both nuts and normal(if any kid is normal, you tell me)

teaching to British kids who are nuts
 
I was a grocery store bag boy. I have to say it was very satisfying. Like a big old Tetris puzzle -- getting the square stuff on the sides, figuring out how to manage the fruit, estimating size, weight, bag strength, etc.

I've always wanted to be a bus driver. Chance to welcome people aboard and announce the streets and get out and see the world. I still daydream about doing it on Saturday mornings as a temporary job. My family would love that.
 
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