I'm looking for the perfect job and yes, I believe it exists. I haven't found it yet but on a good day, I'm relentless, driven, focused.
I'm looking in Maine, Manhattan, the Caribbean and Newfoundland, I'm trying to make my search as diverse and flexible as possible. I could continue to be someone's non-profit director but I feel like I've endured enough abuse in life. I saw an ad for a "Lady's Maid" that peaked my interest. It said you must have experience in caring for expensive gowns, hmmm, I wonder if they'd count the prom? I had a vision of someone saying to me, "Well, how do I look" and I'd say, "Personally Madame, I think you look like a dog".
I keep thinking about heavy equipment, i.e., cranes, large trucks, or scale it down, forklifts. I think I'd be very good at that sort of work but the competition is brutal.
My number one,first choice would be driving a taxi in Manhattan. I love to beep my horn, drive fast, take chances. If I get mad enough, I've been known to yell out the window. Again though, I'm probably not a strong candidate since I have no sense of direction, especially in the City. The street-avenue-grid pattern never made sense to me.
I thought about designing hats but I don't sew.
I always wondered what it would be like if Ann Landers had worked at a drive-thru window, like a McDonalds. You pull up, tell the box what you want to talk about, the box says, "That's $15.00", and you drive to the first window, pay and drive to the second window. Ann appears, you tell her your problem, she tells you what to do and you drive away. Now that is something I could do.
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