Tuesday, March 27, 2012

The List: #7

Hello, beautiful people. 
Today is Tuesday. 
There is no significance to this day.
Hold that thought - 
there is now.

Because I'm posting NUMBER 7: What is your dream job, and why?

Talk about a tricky one.

My first thought was a famous and/or not particularly poor singer extraordinaire.
Sounds like a lot of work, and quite frankly I don't have the pipes to support that kind of career.

Then I thought about what I wanted to be when I was a kid. 
Basketball player - too short
Hair stylist - too little patience
Stay-at-home mom - lack of children

Due to recent interests, I have come to conclude that my absolute dream job would be a combination of many.
First up - 

A personal trainer - slash - aerobics instructor - slash - walk around answering questions of bewildered gym-goers person
 [and also to wear a sweet outfit like this]

I love the gym.
When I actually convince myself to go, I love the gym.
Yeah, sometimes it's smelly and stuffy and generally gross in so many ways, but that's the beauty of it; no one cares. We're all there for the same goal - sweating our asses off, day in and day out, struggling to keep the gut at bay.

This way, I would be getting paid to hang out in a gym all day - in sweatpants, mind you - and act like I'm cool because I enjoy working out. 

show choir teacher

Let me specify that this would have to be  high school age and up.

I assure you that teaching 4th graders how to play the recorder is something I personally view as one of the cruelest forms of human punishment.

Though the idea of teaching high-school kids [evil muskrats that see you as a tasty treat for them to devour at any moment] sounds terrible, I would accept the challenge and use their teen angst as a tool at my disposal.

Verbal outbursts would likely have a calming effect on the beastly adolescents, and from there the amount of respect they have for me will double every time I spout a witty form of humiliation in their general direction.

After that, it's cake.
Singing, dancing, and overall "Glee" [pun intended] whilst singing Broadway's best.

water girl on the KU basketball team
I'll do this one for free.


My pay will be stepping within 100 feet of any KU basketball player and/or Bill Self.
Not much more needs to be said. 


So basically I'm seeking a position with a gym that requires flexible hours, doesn't mind show choir practice on grounds, and requires me to work 2-3 days a week [have to schedule off for games]. 

That's doable, right? 

1 comment:

Thoughts? Love to hear 'em.