I have been having work angst this week and in an attempt (lame) to cheer myself up I was thinking about jobs I am grateful I DON'T have. So here are a few...
-Meteorologist. Everyone knows how much I like to be right, so predicting the weather would suck. Plus, having to work on snow days? No way.
-Brazilian waxer. Do I really have to explain why I am glad this is not my profession? But for a pretty damn humorous description of one ladies experience getting waxed, visit this website: http://www.salon.com/health/feature/1999/09/03/bikini/
-Flight attendant. Since I loathe flying (and frequently dream of dying in plane accidents) this job would be impossible for me. And even if I could overcome my intense fear of being jostled around 20,000 feet in the air, I couldn't get past the fact that I would have to serve beverages to winos, wear that cheesey outfit, and deal with couples trying to join the mile high club in the bathroom. Yick.
-Deep Sea Fisherman. I saw the movie (George Clooney's "The Perfect Storm") and EVERYONE died. And while I get a kick out of the show "Deadliest Catch" I think endless days of playing Ahab would get me down. Just DON'T call me Ishmael.
-Professional Wrestler. The cool tag names and notoriety might be fun, I couldn't handle the intense diet (gobbling egg whites not my thing) or seeing gargantuan man-pecks where my breasts should be. That is just wrong on so many levels. Women were not meant to have muscles that bulge. We'll leave that to Ty Diggs.
-Dog walker. The exercise would be great, but I already have enough shit to deal with in my life. Pun intended.
Feel free to share any other careers I should avoid at all costs.
3 comments:
zoo worker - see dog walker and add other peoples kids.
Daycare worker - see zoo worker
Oooohh--you are right. I would hate that too. Plus all the screaming animals and the smell of the maned wolves. They are pretty and all, but they REEK. Good call.
Those are good ones! After hitting Gymboree during gymbucks time with our Christmas gift card I can't say I would ever WANT to work there. Other people's kids and their obsessed deal-crazed mothers with arm loads of clothes/strollers/attitudes/cell phones and TONS of questions. But Disco and I peeled big sis away without tears and we found cute clothes for little man's next fall/winter wardrobe.
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