This morning around the coffee pot one of the guys posed a
question: what’s your dream job. Surprisingly, out of the seven guys standing
around, not one said this job, but that’s another story. I haven’t been able to
shake the question all day. The more I think about it; the more honest I am
with myself, the more I realize this isn’t my dream job.
Don’t get me wrong, I am grateful for my job. A couple of
years ago my chosen career dropped us into the abyss, which kind of takes the
luster off your dream career. We went
through a really rough time. If it wasn’t for my job, I don’t know where we’d
be. My job pays the bills, provides medical coverage and gives me a reason to
get up at 5:00 AM – every stinking day. As grateful as I am, my job is just a
job. I sit at a desk, do my work and go home. I haven’t had a job, at least not
in this sense, since sometime around nineteen eighty eight.
After some serious thought; here’s my honest answer; my dream
job. I would teach skiing in the morning, and play guitar in a blues/rock band
at night. During the summer I would run sail charters during the day and play
guitar at night. Honest and practical are two different matters. Since very few
jobs I know of pay less than skiing, sailing and playing guitar, I think I need
to stay where I’m at for awhile.
I told you I was grateful!
All this talk of dream jobs leads me
straight to this; Michelle has renewed her real estate license and is back in
business. She will be working out of the Keller Williams office in Everett
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