With the completion of my Bachelor's degree a mere 5 months away, I have begun contemplating what I would like to do when I grow up. My time in the Family Studies (a.k.a. Psychology and Counseling) program has taught me one major lesson: I could never be a counselor. I am far too unsympathetic and judgmental to ever be effective in that field. My primary response to troubled patients would be, "Yeah, good luck with that."
I think I would enjoy working with children, but careers involving children barely pay the bills...and if I'm going to work, I would like to be able to afford name-brand cereal and change my disposable contacts beforethey start scratching my eyeballs. These two things, cereal and new contacts, are my definition of wealth.
I would love to find a feasible way to be a stay-at-home mom without actually having to take care of my children all day. If they could go to daycare from 8 AM-3 PM while I stayed home and showered, napped, and cleaned, that would be fantastic.
I do have a few ideas on how I can become rich with little to no effort:
1. Most of you are unaware of my impressive hidden talent. I have no problem disclosing this information, because very few people could recreate it without years of practice. I can precisely choose the correct number of hangers needed to hang any pile of clothing (without counting). One of these days, you're going to see me on America's Got Talent performing this trick. I will win, collect my million dollars, and take my act to Las Vegas.
2. I have several genuinely good invention ideas, but a large amount of money is needed to make inventions a reality. When one of these Inventor television shows actually lasts longer than one season before getting cancelled, I will jimmy up a prototype and audition.
3. It is my lifelong goal to be a member of the Big Brother house. Every year I consider sending in my application, but I don't think they would be thrilled about my two children (and husband, and dog) moving into the house with me.4. I have a tendency to sing the instrumental sections of pop songs, specifically early-90s Amy Grant songs. When I find the right platform for this hobby, I will be set. Until one or more of these skills pay off, I would enjoy the following professions:1. Food critic2. Mattress critic3. Movie critic
4. Basically any job that allows me to be critical.
Since none of these will ever probably pan out, I'm predicting that I will end up retiring at the age of 96 from Tulsa Dental Special Cheese.
Until tomorrow.
~Heather
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