We all work. Whether we are at home raising our kids, or we are at an office, we all work. There are so many jobs I want to try. I am not sure if this is normal, or if I am the exception.
We had dinner a week ago at Cici’s Pizza. I am a sucker for this place, I LOVE it. The Chief isn’t a huge fan, so when I go, it is typically without him. So here I am sitting here enjoying two wonderful things. Eating, and watching someone clean. Okay, the freak is about to come out in me.
I LOVE when a family comes in, eats a meal, and leaves behind a mess of plates, drinks, and straw wrappers, followed by crumbs and stickiness of the cinnamon rolls. I then watch as someone comes, removes the plates, napkins, silverware, and cups. They then take this bottle of spray, and shower the table with a misty cleaning fluid. Then they take a cloth and wipe the table down. I WANT to do this job. I want to be the person that gets to take a mess and make it lovely. I would be quick and efficient. I would be able to clean those tables better than ANYONE can clean them. Sometimes I sit there and wish I could just grab their rag and cart and finish the job for them!
Another job I wish I could do...working with cars. There is something very appealing about getting under a car and changing the oil or rolling tires across a garage floor and putting them in their spots on the wheel. I want to use the gun that makes the zipping noise when it pulls the lug nuts out. I would be good at that! I would have to get a little stronger, but I could do it! I want to do this job that is made to cater to men! I want to walk away dirty, and smelling like a mixture of oil, dirt, and gas. There is something about it that is so intriguing, that I have thought about filling out an application at a Discount Tire. I am not trying to recreate G.I Jane...no woman can ever look that good with a shaved head. What I am trying to say, is I can do this job.
Another job I want to try...working in a nursing home. Yes, I am the weirdo that wants to clean the poop and pee and bathe these people. They have no one else. Many of them go there to die. They don’t get visitors. They don’t get to go out and enjoy the afternoon. Some can’t even go to the bathroom by themselves. This is a sad place to be sent, and I wish I could spend their last days with them. They deserve to have someone to sit and talk to. They deserve to have someone read to them. They have lived a hard life. They have had all the challenges that we had...but many of them dealt with more war and death then we will ever see. I wish I could sit next to them and let them tell their stories. I wish I could learn from them. They hold all the secrets. They know what it is like to be married for 50 years. I want to know how they did it. I want to know how they loved so successfully. This job would simply be rewarding.
Of course I want to be a teacher. I have gone to school for a long time to achieve my final goal. These jobs above have always been compelling to me. I will always have my summers free as a teacher. Maybe I will use them to try some of these jobs out. Just to get it out of my system :)
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