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It's the story about the steriotypical struggle of a slightly dense yet dashing, young college student and the day by day trials that come with being a slightly dense yet dashing college student. Full of excitment, drama, and a hobo named Ernie. Each day new surprises that only such a tale can bring, tune in for new updates every week, or month....or whenever. So why am I now entering the wonderful world of blogging? I don't really have much to say. Im not overly opinionated, political minded or preachy. I'm just a big advocate for journal writing and keeping good memories in a place you can find them. Unfortunatly I'm also very lazy so I need to do it in a way that keeps my attention. I figure that telling my thoughts and experiences to the world every once in a while might just do the trick. That's all you need to know so don't expect too much from me, just enough.

Friday, February 10, 2012

Define "dream job"

   
        If there is one thing you can rely on in this world it is that elementary schools will always do certain activities. Always the same activities, like clockwork. Among the most universal is asking the question "What do you want to be when you grow up?" Normally this question doesn't yield any mesmerizing results. In fact it can be kind of boring hearing every single kid say they want to be a fireman or a base ball player, but every once in a while you stumble upon some gems. A kid who has truly thought through the options and applied what they know about themselves and the world to choose a worthy career. I'm not talking about me wanting to be an entomologist when I was a tike, that's kind of weird. I'm talking about profound, innocence driven genius.

        The term dream job carries with it a feeling of grandeur and when we look at it this way we let some of the fun ones fall through the cracks. It's the fun ones that I like to think about. Here are some examples:




       Do you ever run into a street that the name on it is so ridiculous that it makes you want to meet the guy who named it? Who decided it would be a good idea to name this place Vista view and what would it be like to be that guy? If you take some time to drive around and read street names some are laughable, confusing and at times even quite racist. Nothing would make me happier than to live in the robin hood themed complex that I now know exists. Either that or something like Dragonslayer Ave.








 
       Another one is the person who decides the crayola crayon colors. We live in a world where your basic array is no longer good enough. We need a box with 1824 different shades all with obnoxious descriptions. The
crayon guy has to decides if this particular brown is more of a
hazelnut, cappuccino, desert sand or aged owl feces. The power they have is truly impressive.

   




       Another example is an author of children's books or creators of children's programming. From the looks if things any pot head after a drug fueled trip can recount their experience with color pictures and publish it. There's nothing easier than writing a story about two cockroaches named Remus K. Huntington and Steve and their search for the perfect pop sickle. If that doesn't scream dream job I don't know what does.








      These jobs are everywhere working unnoticed in the background, hidden from those with normal ambitions. Truth is the world is full of interesting jobs just waiting to be envied and hopefully someday I will be around to claim one.
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