When I was a wee heathen, I dreamt of becoming a pilot; I love to travel and I love flying (not into bird sex so becoming a bird is out!). I also wanted to be a painter but besides my duty-bound family, I doubt anyone would appreciate my doodles LOL. Then, there were times I wanted to be an astronaut, a sculptor, a novelist, a mermaid—but somewhere in between those “everything is possible for me” years and dreaming of all the coooool things I thought I’d do, I lost track of what I really wanted and ended up doing... nothing. :(
I always hear of people complaining about their jobs. Not enough pay, no time off, no hotties to flirt with, but hey, at least they know what they want and their life is being challenged (dare I say inspired too?) fueled by participation. Sometimes I couldn’t help but wonder if these people who work to pay their shopping addiction got a better deal than me. Don’t get me wrong; I’m very grateful for what I have but there are times I look back and think: I should have done it and flown like a pritti birdie...
Hmmm. Anyway, tell us, what type of job do you dream about? Do you wish you’re doing something else, or you’re already doing what you’ve always wanted? Do you fantasize tying your boss/colleague to his posh, leather high-back chair and have your wicked way with him? Ohc’mon—give us something to gossip about! :P
Here’s a screencap from my MSGR. Thought I’d share one of those times Trollop and I talk about jobs. (Sorry for the typos; we’re pritti bad spellers LOL. Oh. Trollop’s in purple, me green; eggplant, really.)