Priorities

Here is a conversation I overheard yesterday after the M i ch ael Jack son verdict:

Co-worker 1: No way! Mic hael Jac kson was found innocent!
Co-worker 2: Innocent, so what? He's BANKRUPT.

Now that is what I call fucked-up priorities. That's what I get for working with a bunch of investment bankers.

Speaking of MJ, didn't you just LOVE his early stuff? I'm talking Off the Wall and Thriller. You KNOW you did. "Don't Stop 'Til You Get Enough" is one of my favorite workout songs. And don't forget about "Rock with You". That is a GREAT song. Sigh. I yearn for the MJ of the past.

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As per usual for a Tuesday, I am tempted to write another complainy work entry. However, I will refrain. Instead, here is a list of jobs I'd like to have in another lifetime. These are not jobs I want in this lifetime; those are different. These are just jobs I'd like if money didn't matter/if I didn't mind being made fun of. The jobs are in random order.

1. Gardener. I like the outdoors quite a lot, and sometimes the idea of spending entire days outside close to nature and away from e-mail/phonecalls/computers sounds lovely. However, I do not like the idea of a miniscule paycheck, nor do I wish to perpetuate the notion that all Mexicans are handy with leaf blowers. Also, I dislike insects and have bad allergies. Oh, and I can't stand being hot and sweaty.

2. Hair Stylist. I should have gone to Barbazon! I would have rocked Barbazon like no other. Hair styling would appeal to me on several levels. First of all, I like the idea of making my own schedule and having my own clients. Secondly, it's somewhat creative and does not involve excruciating attention to detail. Thirdly, I enjoy gossiping.

3. Caterer. Cooking is fun, but cooking for just D and me isn't as fun as cooking for other people. Being a caterer would scratch many itches, including the creative itch, the foodie itch and the being-my-own-boss itch.

4. Rock Star. Sometimes I think that deep down I am an attention whore, but mostly I'd want to be a rock star because of the clothes. I have visions of myself in big, puffy crinoline skirts and combat boots or something. How cliché, I know.

5. Broadway Actress. Again with the attention whore. Thing is, I can't act or sing. Also, I am criminally shy.

6. Culinary Critic. This would be good because 1) I love to eat good food 2)I love to eat out a lot. 3)I like to criticize.

7. Teacher. I actually considered this career for my present lifetime, but I dismissed it because of low pay and my general lack of patience. (I imagine one requires quite a lot of patience to deal with budget cuts and unmotivated students.) Strangely, I sometimes still think about doing this.

8. Singer/Songwriter. This is different from the above-mentioned rock star career. This is more of an acoustic-doleful-girl-with-a-guitar type of thing.

9. Veterinarian. This career wouldn't work because I'd need to go to school for a long time for it, and then I'd have to deal with dying animals, which would break my heart too painfully.