Last week I decided to sign up for a course in, yes you guessed it, Career and Life Planning. It was a total impulse decision. I had gone onto campus to take my french midterm, which I bombed. C'est la vie. I'll take the class next semester, in person. Anyway, I was standing in the elevator feeling totally defeated when I saw an ad for this course that was just starting up. It was kismet! I have what I've affectionately coined CADD or career attention deficit disorder. For those of you that have known me long enough know exactly what I'm saying. Every few months I'm passionately onto something new. Many of these are revolving but none are committed too. Back on topic,last night was the first class and 25 minutes into it (including my tardiness of 15 minutes) I was starting...no, SERIOUSLY questioning my decision making skills. There were 3 others in the class when I arrived. One opened mouthed guy in the front row with his backpack still on and I'm pretty sure not playing with a full deck. One recent immigrant who from her recent phone conversation is from Vietnam. And me. That 3rd person high tailed it out of there when the professor (and I use this term loosely) went to check on his car. She was later replaced by Shawntee, who was thankfully later than me and the only other one with any amount of comprehension. Not surprisingly I spent the entire class formulating an exit plan and my contempt for this pint sized "professor". God, he was boring. He spent at least 5 minutes telling us how to staple the handouts. I know we were an eclectic if not challenged looking group far from Ivy league status but stapling? I think we'll manage. Everything was being spelled out and we weren't getting much past the handouts and the fucking stapling. Seriously dude, move on. One grueling hour later I'm ready to pull out my hair and I'm screaming internally "GET TO IT MAN" Honestly, did he lose on the straw pull? Is it possible he thinks we're aliens? How the hell did he get a job and is he actually trying to counsel us on office management and hr jobs? Yeah, I've got my sights a little higher (admittedly, probably a bit to high).
So, I thought I'd name off a few possible job options.
art historian (my need to feel intelligent)
college professor (hey, if he can swing it)
UN interpreter (not likely but very cool)
writer (why not)
anthropologist (just an interest)
herbalist (and no not the sticky kind)
work with children in need (war victims, disabled, starving, etc)
ambassador (extremely unlikely, considering the college years -you know what I mean Stacey, oh yeah)
folk singer (weird grownup fantasy)
I know I'm totally delusional.
At least I learned one thing from this 1st class. That is, if I haven't figured out what I want to be when I grow up by now, then a short bald man isn't going to be much help. Am I going back for class #2? Highly unlikely.
Oh, was that too vague...how about, NOT ON MY LIFE!!