Monday, December 8, 2008
A Little Tuesday Fun: Career Options
I always was a straight-laced, straight A student,Teacher’s pet and child prodigy,
Though I wasn’t going to get rich throwin’ a basketball,
I had dreams about my future, you see.
So I sat down with momma and daddy,
Who tried to veer me to a teachin’ degree,
But the best advice that I ever got
Was from my best friend, Frances Marie:
Just get you a laptop and learn how to type,
Get a couple characters, make sure they snipe,
Soon you’ll be in be a world where you’re thoroughly hooked,
Find a few good CPs, write a book,
Write a book, write a book.
And all those boys that were too cool to talk to,
They’ll be wondering if you’re as hot as your scenes,
You’ll be infamous in your own hometown,
You’ll be popular with the hottie Marines.
Just get you a laptop and learn how to type,
Get a couple characters, make sure they snipe,
Soon you’ll be in be a world where you’re thoroughly hooked,
Find a few good CPs, write a book,
Write a book, write a book.
Write a book, scrape up some words, get a hook,
Learn POV and how to microwave cook,
Be groped by your honey in every nook.
*Guitar*Just get you a laptop and learn how to type,
Get a couple characters, make sure they snipe,
Soon you’ll be in be a world where you’re thoroughly hooked,
Find a few good CPs, write a book,
Write a book, write a book.
No need to teach, write a book
Call up some kooks and write a book….
Guess what's been playing on my radio lately? And what dream career did you have as a kid that probably horrified your parents the most? (Vegas Show Girl.) Which one did you have they most wished you'd taken? (Teacher, obviously.) And anyone getting any writing done? (Not nearly as much as Kelly.) It was NaNoWrMo...and though I did not sign up, I know many of you did it.
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Thanks for the shout out.:) NaNo was so much fun!! I wish I could keep up that pace consistently.
I was all over the place with my career aspirations as a kid. Doctor, Lawyer, Gymnast, Vet, Actor...but never, never, never a writer!*g*
Fun, Hellion. When I was really little, I wanted to be a nurse. Ugh. There was blood. Then teacher, which actually worked out after majoring in three different things in college. I've had a lot of different jobs. If I had it to do over again, I do something with design, art, museums, antique stores.I still can't make my mind up!
I, too, wanted to be a teacher. I HATED school and swore when I grew up I'd be a nice, cool teacher and none of the kids would hate school because of me. I ran into a little problem... as I grew to adulthood it became more and more obvious I didn't really like kids all that much. I figured teaching wasn't a real great career move at that point.
I've never really had any burning desire or great ambitions when it came to a career. I was more focused on the relationships I had in my life. I knew I wanted a healthy marriage and well adjusted kids so I suppose I spent more of my energy in that area.
Now, I've decided I want to be independently wealthy. A trust fund baby would be nice or maybe hitting the Lotto! Yeah, I really think I'd make a good filthy rich person. I'd share... really I would! I promise.
LOL! As always, incredibly fun Hellion. :)
Let's see.... I never really wanted to be anything horrifying. I wanted to be an architect for a while, then work in publishing/editing (until I figured out how little it paid). Then I worked in finance before I started teaching.
Not so bad, really.
As far as writing, I'm in the planning phases. I hope I can start really writing in Jan. :) We'll see....
Kelly, you seriously deserved a shout out! *LOL* Holy cow, I'm still marveling at the 50,000 words in 10 days!
I wanted to be an actor too! (I also wanted to raise horses for a living, like some filthy rich person who can afford to have/own horses but not necessarily have to sell them or make a profit at anything.) I think I also momentarily had a thought or two about being a farmer, like Dad, but I really don't like tractors, so that was pretty much out. Plus I can't grow anything!
Maggie: my Dad tried to steer me toward nursing when I kept insisting on not doing the teaching gig. But I'm not a big fan of blood either. Or needles. Or having a bedside manner. I'm not good with kids or adults in pretty equal doses. No empathy when it counts. "It looks like you're going to die." "What?" "Well, what did you expect from smoking all those cigarettes, fool?"
Relationship expert is a career, Irish. A highly-underpaid and under-appreciated career, if I remember rightly. And how can you say that's unambitious? Trying to turn out a half-dozen kids into hard-working, non-penal-system adults who don't need years and years of therapy AND keep a spouse happy? Michelangelo would say, "Dude, I'd rather paint the Sistine Chapel again for free than try to deliver that."
I could never be filthy rich. God made me poor because He's trying to teach me how to be more generous and share--and so far, it hasn't taken. So there's no way He's going to give me a bunch of money with the thought I'd share it with the people around me. I'd make loan sharks cry.
Yay! for Kelly and her NaNo goal!
Yay! for Marn getting ready to start writing again in January!
When I was little I wanted to be a ballerina. When my hopes were dashed, I decided I wanted to be a hitman. Only problem is that I'm clumsy and rather noisy.
The only thing I'm burning to do right now is go back to bed.
*LOL* I'm trying to figure out the architect to publishing to finance to teaching. I mean, that's like art/math, with english/lang arts, with math--and then, well, the teaching bit, I get, because clearly by then you're a Jack of All Trades and you can just teach a little of everything.
Planning is good. Of course, now that I know you wanted to be an architect, it sorta makes sense why you're not as much a pantser as the rest of us.
I guess it's worth that song going through my head all day to start the morning with pictures of Brad and Keith. Sigh! Another winner, Hellion!
The only two things I ever wanted to do were teach and write. I started teaching my little sister to read when I was six. I've been teaching in some fashion ever since. I started writing about the same time. Fewer goals have been realized in that area, but I'm working on it. :)
Sin, I wanted to be a ballerina too! I dressed as one for Halloween when I was in 2nd grade. Grace of a gazelle with broken legs, I was.
I could use more sleep too, but I guess I'll eat some oreo truffles instead.
Janga, I think my new year's resolution is to see a Keith Urban concert. *LOL* I'm not a concert girl, but every time I see a video where he's playing the guitar, I feel like Harry Potter seeing the veela for the first time. (I realize no one but Janga will probably get that reference.)
*LOL* I wanted to be a writer since about 5th grade. You know, if the Vegas career didn't work out. (It's the glitter and sequins, you know. I'm part raccoon, I think.) By 5th grade, I'd already known the country music career wasn't going to work out.
OMG you have oreo truffles? *running out of the office and down the street* Give them to me!
I'm home sick so the pictures of Brad and Keith are definitely making me feel better. I wrote a paper in 6th grade that I wanted to be a business executive. After veering into radio for a while, I'll have my degree in Business Management next summer. So I guess I'm still working on that. LOL!
I'd still love to be a talk show host. Maybe someday. *sigh*
Congrats Kelly!
Sin, I have two bags of oreo truffles. Hurry, they're popular.
Terri, I can see you having a talk show. You do realize you'd have to let other people talk, right?
I wanted to be a doctor, but alas, I also hate needles or blood. Then I decided teacher, but I'm not a fan of small children. So then I decided to be a social worker, did that a few years, realized I probably can't do that forever, and ended up teaching anyway *g*
Congrats, Kelly, on the Nano!
I signed up, and made it to 12,000 words. Opps! But I was editing like mad, instead of writing, so it wasn't a matter of laziness, so much as priorities. But I'm finally finished, I'm going to read for a while, and in Jan., start writing again. The holidays seem like a good time for a break!
LOL! I forgot to mention I was premed for two years in college. LOL! I just switched because I found all the memorization annoying. Since I'm a flake, that should make sense....
Jack of all trades, huh? You know what the other half of that statement is, right? LOL!!
Kelly, congratulations on NaNo. I didn't make it.
Teacher, NEVER! Seamstress, NEVER, NEVER! Accountant, NEVER, NEVER, NEVER! (I suffer from a slight case of dyslexia, but enough to frustrate a person when it comes to numbers.) I wanted to do things like become a fighter pilot or an airline stewardess. I think the career, the one I was most serious about, that horrified my parents the most was becoming a lawyer. (Hey, look up Fred Phelps if you haven't heard of him and you'll know why, besides the fact my father was in law enforcement.) The second, archeologist. Third, marine biologist. None of which I accomplished.
So, I became a mother, and I guess a teacher, since I home school. I married a man that is extremely gifted in upholstering furniture, and since we own our own business guess who is now a seamstress? Yep, you guessed it. And, guess who is supposed to be keeping the books? Yep you guessed it again. Let's hope my writing career takes off so I can quit. ;) The cool thing, I get to work with antiques. Right now we have a pair of high back chairs that I believe to be from the 16th or 17th century.
Renee
btw, have you seen the Playgirl photos of Daryl Worley?
Hmmm. Not sure it was a career...but I wanted to go to Alaska and raise sled dogs. (I was a big Jack London fan.) I never really came up with anything that horrified my parents. They are very mellow people...if I'd gone for Union buster that would have turned their stomachs. That's about it.
I always wanted to write. Was going to major in history and be the next James Michener/Leon Uris.
Thought about being an Olympic volleyball player... (My lack of height sorta killed that ambition...)
A singer in a piano bar...slinky dress, draped on the piano...that one crossed my mind...
And now I tend bar on a pirate ship...life is good! If we drag a piano in here, I'll sing...
(So, oreo truffles will lure Sin close enough to thrash for stealing my hoo...)
Oh, I did flirt with going to Ireland and being a rabble rouser for the Republic... You know, die for a cause somewhere. Very romantic...
Hal: I think you too deserve a round of applause for your 12,000 words! *crew cheers* Seriously! (Okay, Bionic Woman Sin does write 12,000 words in 2 hours, but she's not what we term "average". The rest of us are jealous of your 12,000 words!)
The holidays are good for a break. *sipping on a Glittery Hooha* I mean, I'm all for it. And I'm also for more rum. I think someone is being stingy on these hoohas!
Marnee: I think it's "Master of none", am I right? That's so wrong. Maybe I should have said, you're a Renaissance Woman. Besides I can think of a lot of trades I would not want to be Master of, even though they are perfectly legitimate jobs and I'm sure very good people do them every day and maybe even enjoy them: sanitary workers, hotel maids, CSI people, coroners, funeral directors, etc, etc.
I mean, I do not want to be the master of sewing people's eyelids shut so they don't pop open during the casket visitation...and I've watched 20/20, I do not want to clean hotels. People are disgusting.
Renee: I do think it's funny you do a job that combines all the things you don't like doing: sewing, math...teaching. *LOL* I mean, it'd be like if I suddenly had to be a PE teacher...since I'm not someone who should teach...or be in a gym.
*googles Playgirl pictures* HOLY. MOTHER. OF. GOD. *blinking* No f-ing way. The choir boy took his clothes off? *reads article, laughs* Yeah, that certainly does shake up his image of being the clean-cut guy. (I love his Tequila on Ice song! That's one of my favorite country songs right now.) Merry Christmas. Thank you, Renee!
2nd Chance: *LOL* Dying for a romantic cause. I think we all wanted to do that at one time or another. If only so we could do that tragic death scene where our true love is holding us as we make our Death Speech. You know, the one that'll be quoted forever. Then slumping, dying...gone...forever in that moment. Love can never fade; passion never wanes...
We can probably get a piano up here for you, 2nd, but you'll have to sign a waiver that if you fall off of it, you can't sue us. *LOL* Come to think of it, you should probably sign one anyway if you're going to keep bungee jumping from the crow's nest.
Hellion. may I dedicat a song to my lovely grandmother?
This is for her ... and for anyone else who has a loving tyrant like her in their lives.
Turn up your speakers m'dears
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Po47SNloMBg
Of course, you may dedicate a song to your grandmother! *LOL* Tsk, Tsk to you, Jules, for thinking you know better than your elders! *wicked evil grin* I mean, who knows what a life with the KGB might have been like?
Such a great, fun blog today. I did want to be a writer since I was very young. But I also wanted to be an actress, doctor, Indiana Jones but as a woman of course, and a ballerina. I *never* wanted to be a teacher, mainly because it was always shoved down my throat. My high school guidance counselor wanted me to go into law and actually nominated me for this Washington D.C. program that I got into, but I didn't go. Maybe I should have gone into law . . . at least I would have been making lots of money! LOL.
When I was young I wanted to be a surgeon, research scientist, and an archeologist. Uuhhh lets see by the time I was ten I was flirting with being A Secret Code Writer (that’s the secret code for encryptions). When I was 11 I read about the Tektite Project in National Geographic. So I decided that designing self-sustaining underwater communities and submarines that ran off of seawater was the ticket. By HS I was back to wanting to be a surgeon. But when a college offered me a scholarship for fine arts I accepted their offer. And decided that I would pursue a fine Arts degree along with an engineering one. I liked product design. What am I doing today?
Running a household.
LOL
A small one, mind you. Sorry. Inside joke. You’d have to know my Grandmother.
OH Sure ... laugh at me Hellion! You wouldn't be laughing if had happened to you! Well actually IT didn't happen did it?
And tecnically speaking I kinda sorta did do what she WANTED me to do.
Just
In my own way. And on a smaller scale. So there!
LOL, yep master of none. That's how I feel most days. :)
Sewing eyelids shut, huh? An interesting occupation....
*LOL* Now I'm laughing you got out of the whole debutante-KGB thing, but in the end, the biddy still got her way.
Don't worry, those skills in running a household will come in handy when you start your second career as a product designer.
*touches heart* I laugh because I care.
And no, it never happened to me. My people never had debutante balls. The thought of me being dolled up, my hair swept up like Cinderella, and I get to dance with some guy who was likely to grow up and NOT have 3 broken down cars on concrete blocks in his yard was simply not in my neck of the woods. The closest we might have to this is PROM, which did not turn out well.
My junior prom I was an 1 1/2 hours late (no date, of course, I never had a date) and our friend Billy had called our parents' houses in a panic. We danced to Bohemian Rhapsody.
My senior prom I actually got a real dress--it was gorgeous: black, slinky, strapless with black jet beading on top and a slit to my hip. My hair upswept, makeup on...and I had a date. I, of course, was not recognized for the entire evening. Not even by my date. These were the top comments: "Is that a dress? You're wearing a dress?" and "You have makeup? When did you get makeup? Why don't you wear it more often, you look so much better with it." and my favorite: "You have a date!?" followed with shocked voices, "And he's good looking."
Oh, and a PS to Senior Prom, my favorite thing to do to people who know me (the sweat pants and makeupless Fran) is dig out my senior yearbook and show them the Prom pages and say, "Pick out the one that's me." 9 out of 10 can't do it. And the guys NEVER get it right.
ELY!!! An Indiana Jones would require you to be a teacher some of the time, you know that right? *LOL* But I bet you would have kicked ass at it. And no, you shouldn't have done the lawyer thing. You'd be miserable...and you know you don't like careers in which your miserable. You've got that t-shirt, man. I still think you should do "actress"--we could do our own brand of SNL theater!
oh god hellion - Prom in Missouri! You're giving me flashbacks. Did you guys also do the thing where all the townsfolk would gather outside the gym and you would be announced as you got out of your car, and the whole town would cheer for you as you walked inside?
Was that just us?
God, the boring things you do when you live in a town of 400 people.
Oh, god, no. Though I can imagine how that would have gone down. *LOL* The announcer would have been confused. "Who is that?" "It's me, Frances." "Who?" "Frances ---" *unflattering sweeping look* "No, you're not. Frances doesn't look that good--and she doesn't own a curling iron." "Look here, mother[BLEEP]" "OMG, it is Frances! Frances owns a dress!" "She has money? When did she get money?" "I want to know where she got the date. Did she rent him?"
Imagine the Weasley clan from the Potter books, only without all the kids. I have the father who is interested in plugs; the dumpy looking mother; and not a dime to be had...
And I only say "Oh, god, no" because I'm imagining the nightmare of stretching out that little stint in hell any longer than it already was. Not because I'm horrified anyone else might have done it. Heck, it might be kinda fun at other schools. To other people.
When I lived in AR one of my friends (who had a daughter in HS) would always go out the night of prom to watch all the kids come in. I'm glad to hear they did that somewhere else. LOL! I never went to prom so be happy you have some memories. Even they're not so great ones.
I sooooo want to see those pictures.
*eye roll* You want to see all my pictures. Including the ones I *still* haven't developed. (Lord, we're working on year two, aren't we? Crap.)
Hello? My people don’t do Balls either. (and yes, I’m saying that with a straight face) At least my mother’s people Don’t. They’re from your neck of the woods. They have cows & pickup trucks & drink white lightning. Which they make themselves.
In other words They Are Normal.
Heck
Bring up going to a ‘ball” to them and they’ll think that you’re gonna help geld a horse.
” I laugh because I care.” You laugh because you think it’s funny. Of course I’d probably laugh at you if things were the other way around.
Forget Product designer.
I have a new career all planned out.
Something that will utilize my … uuuhhhh unique … personality.
Yep. I’m gonna be a Military Strategist. You think that I’m joking? I’m not. The folks giving out advice might know something about tanks & planes but they know very little about the young people that use them.
Julie, thought I'd let you know I had a run in with the mom today. Or at least I think I did. I got the cold shoulder. Not sure if it's something I did, or something someone else did and I was convenient. But your song was on spot.
Renee
It truly is a Great Song to have on hand for those 'special occations".
LOL
Aahhh yes Hellion, there was one other career that I had considered in my youth. But I figured that I would … oohhh … have a bit too much fun with it. Can you guess what it was?
Political Cartoonist
HahahhaaaaaaaaGoodLord just thinking about makes me laugh quite wickedly!
Bungie jumping from the crows nest? Not me, that's Sin... If the hoo is short in the GH, it's her fault also...keeps stealing into the hoo stash...
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