Jobs for a Few Lifetimes

I have no idea what got me thinking about all the kinds of jobs I’d like to do or have. Maybe it’s because I haven’t been in the real working world (read: not a student) for much of my life. Maybe it’s because of that employee at Whole Foods who finished bagging my groceries and said to me, as he was putting everything in the cart, “Have fun today.”

I DO like the job that pays me. I like the people I work with. But we all know what we do is temporary and some other grad student will get that job some day. Assuming, as always, that the budget holds.

I AM tired of being a perpetual student. And so…thinking about my interests and how the work I do right now really doesn’t get me toward ANY of those ends…here’s the list of jobs I think I might like to choose from…were that calling, if you will, mine to choose (and in no particular order).

 Travel agent. Better still…that person that goes and vets  all those places for travel companies.

I’m the kind of person that wants exceedingly more stamps in my passport. Or at least start crossing off places on my travel list. Of course, I’d need some new luggage.

 

 

Writer of some sort. Screenwriter for Leverage or NCIS. Screenwriter who adapts books to film. Novelist. Nonfiction writer. Travel writer. Something. Other than a dissertation writer, which is what I should be right now.

And, truth be told, this just might still be in the cards for me. Maybe. If I can carve out the time. And if I can ever get out of school long enough to let the creativity and energy return to be able to write. Because I’ve always enjoyed doing it. Ever since I was a child. I applied to one college in particular because of the ad for their creative writing program in a writer’s magazine I would pick up from time to time.

And if I can’t make it as a writer, perhaps an editor for a major publishing company. Get paid to read and live in a big city? Sign me up. What’s more likely is to be a book reviewer. Who will likely not get paid for the privilege.

 

A crew member for REI. Or a guide for some of the REI Adventures.

I blame my husband for this one. He got me sucked into the world of REI and hiking. And encouraged my interest in paddling. And generally playing outdoors.

And the Adventures go back to my love of travel. But to see some incredibly cool places AND get paid? Sign me up.

 

 

 

Nutritionist. Or personal trainer. Or really really get it together to be a Beach Body Coach (because I already am one).

Another one of those can’t I somehow get paid for something I already love and do? And if not one of those things, how ’bout teaching Anusara Yoga? (You can thank my seester-in-love for that last one. She got me hooked.) Of course, the yoga teaching could happen. Some day. After I’ve gone through the crazy long certification process. {must. finish. school. first.]

 Believe it or not…costume designer. But not for plays or period pieces. For fun shows like Leverage or Burn Notice or Covert Affairs or…

I really started thinking about that this week after a mini-lecture on the subject at a teaching instituted I attended.

And my mom was a seamstress. And seriously could have done that job were she not such an incredibly gifted reading teacher.

 

You knew it had to come up sooner or later. Own and/or work at a bookstore. It’s kinda my idea of retirement. And there’d be a cafe area and I’d do the baking. Coffee would be local and fair trade. And there would constantly be social book gatherings.

If not that, then librarian.

Perhaps this can be my retirement plan?

 

 

Interior designer. I think know this one comes from watching too much HGTV. Which my gym is all too happy to air during the day. And which I am all too happy to pay attention to one those rare occasions when I get to sleep in or have to postpone the workout for later in the day. I’ll say this, it keeps me on the cardio machines for a lot longer than anything else.

I look around–especially my house–and see a canvas. I just have no idea what to do with it.

 

And last, but certainly not least, a buyer or some sort of employee for Title 9  or Athleta. Because every time their catalog comes out, I want one of each.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

I guess the good news is that I have some marketable hobbies. Or careers I can give characters in books.

And I like the path I’m on as far as a job is concerned. It’s a vocation that is meaningful, stimulating and makes a difference. It’s the way I can offer healing to a bent and broken world.

But sometimes, just sometimes, I wish I’d had more of an opportunity to pursue one (or some) of the above.

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4 thoughts on “Jobs for a Few Lifetimes

  1. Whoa those are really good. I always seem to have construction worker on my list. Probably wouldn’t last long, but I always see them as I’m driving to school and wish we could trade places for a while. I could see you doing all of the things you listed – though costume designer was a surprise! Very cool.

  2. What a fascinating woman you are! I loved reading this, and was surprised several times by the diverse places your creativity and passion take you. You will continue to do cool things in life, I believe.

    I want muscles like that chick in the rock climbing photo has. Also the glass boat. And to work for you at the bookstore when we both retire. (Btw, I have worked in a bookstore more than once and I loved it.)

  3. Thanks! I think some of this comes from burnout on school and wanting a change in how I spend the majority of my time. I have found that not being in school allows me to be more creative.

  4. Construction would be fun. At least as far as seeing progress or something being completed in the course of one day. Sooo different from our normal rate of closure.

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