When I was young, people would ask me what I wanted to do when I grew up. I can remember my answer to that question changing. At one point, I thought I wanted to be a lawyer because the people on Santa Barbara (my favorite soap) were lawyers. On another day, I remember wanting to be a pediatrician... can't remember why though. There was a time when I wanted to be a school psychologist. I wanted to help those kids that didn't deal well with the fact that they were overweight or pregnant or the victim of divorced parents or had a brother in jail, etc. I also imagined myself as an executive secretary, knowing the ins and outs of my bosses schedule, who he/she would and wouldn't see without an appointment, reminding him/her about their spouse's birthday, keeping the office organized and running smoothly while wearing cute suits.
It's been a LONG time since I wanted to take a crack at ANY of those professions. For instance, I could NEVER survive as a lawyer. I absolutely HATE to argue. I can't even win an argument with my child. And I don't like having to find the negative things about people. On the other hand, I wouldn't want to defend someone that I thought was guilty either.
I can't even remember why I ever thought I wanted to be a pediatrician when I was younger. I'm NOT going to work my brain to come up with a decent reason why I'd consider it today. Too much schooling, too much pressure. Not interested!
I don't even want to THINK about being a school psychologist. My son just turned 18 and I'm pretty much teenager'd out. I no longer think I like kids all that much. And after the issues I had with the school administration this year, I have NO desire to be ONE of them. No thank you!
I think I could be an executive secretary though. I'm organized and on top of things... usually. But no, that isn't my dream job.
My dream job is BIG RIG DRIVER.
I've always wanted to earn my CDL and have my own semi (or the company's semi, I'm not particular at this point). I want to know how to park them. I want to know what it's like to stop at one of those weigh stations along the interstate. I want to listen to books on tape, all those books I always intended to read but haven't had/made the time for. I want to sing at the top of my lungs while enjoying the beautiful landscape. I want to know what you think of my driving! I want to honk at the kids that pump their arms in hopes of hearing the big horn. I want to imagine the money I'd save by living the lifestyle of a truck driver (lower utilities, smaller home, etc.) I want to know my way around this country of ours, one interstate at a time. I want to visit the 17 states I haven't been to yet.
But I'm going to need a laptop with voice-recognition software, so that I can still write and email while I'm driving.
THAT is my dream job.