Job Hunting

Dear Readers,

Do you like your job? Is it a cool job? Do you want to do it for the rest of your life?

Those questions are horribly annoying, all for the same reason- they remind us of jobs. Ha ha ha.

Here's a six-word resume/professional biography I made up about myself:

School. Jobs I don't like. School.

I meet a lot of people who don’t know what to do with their lives. The other day I was sitting outside the Liberal Arts building after a class, talking with a friend of mine, and I asked him what he was going to do after college. First he said he had no idea, and then he said something really clever.

He said, “I just want someone to pay me to be me.”

That’s what I want, too. I want someone to pay me to be me. I really don’t want to do anything, job-wise. Of course I plan on becoming a high school English and Drama teacher, but I think I’d rather… hmmm…

I think I’d rather be one of those old English gentlemen, living in a manor in the countryside with a big green lawn, living off of my father’s inheritance, fencing and sculpting and painting and playing the piano and taking in plays and going for walks, hunting, laughing and joking with local cronies and chums, dancing at parties, reading, napping, bathing, wearing frilly collars, saying “shan’t,” wooing women, gossiping, challenging men to duels now and then.

Cheerio,
Telemoonfa