The Job You Want, The Job You Dread
It feels like cheating, but I’m going to continue with last week’s Pivot Questionnaire themed diversion. Here’s where we stand -
- What is your favourite word? ☑
- What is your least favourite word? ☑
- What turns you on creatively, spiritually or emotionally? Still not touching this.
- What turns you off? Contaminated by association with #3.
- What is your favourite curse word? ☑
- What sound or noise do you love?. ☑
- What sound or noise do you hate ? ☑
- What profession other than your own would you like to attempt Bingo!
- What profession would you not like to do? Bongo!
- If Heaven exists, what would you like to hear God say when you arrive at the Pearly Gates? ☑
What profession other than your own would you like to attempt?
Calling what I do for a living a “profession” seems inappropriately self-aggrandizing, but let us not be distracted by irrelevancies. Since “heiress” is not looking promising, I guess I’d like to try being a baker. Creaming butter and sugar for a living is pretty tempting. I considered it quite a bit when I moved to the U.S. and was at a loose end, but practicalities intervened. By the way, when I told the Dowager Julien I was thinking about being a baker, her first response was, “You would have to get up very early, dear.” Unwavering belief in my ascendant laziness from a woman so WASP she once sent me Easter chocolate in the sleeve from a bottle of Scotch. Thanks, Mum!
At this opportune juncture, I should like to extend my personal thanks and best hugs (I’m very squishy and sincere) to Pajiba, the Cannonball Read, and Dustin Rowles for the
maundering typing typaundering I get to do here every day. It creates the illusion of being a writer-type person and is the light in my begreyed cubicle existence, especially since I really am too lazy to be a writer.
[steps down of soapbox, but carefully, I don’t like getting down off things]
What profession would you not like to do?
Politician. It’s not just the selling of oneself, although that certainly helps, it’s that I hate discussing politics or big issues. I even avoid fraught conversations here on Pajiba. I have deeply held beliefs. You have deeply held beliefs. It is extraordinarily unlikely either of us is going to change our opinions as a result of debate. Even The Daily Show is too much for me sometimes. It makes me despairing and sad.
Your turn. Chime in. Delurk. DELURK, DAMN YOU!
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