Day 16 of the 31 day blog challenge: Dream job
I have had so very many jobs. I even had a career (which is immensely different from a job), and not one of them was a “dream” of a job for me.
I used to dream of being an archaeologist. I wanted nothing more than to go dig in ancient dirt and find marvels of ages past. I wanted to travel to distant shores and meet people from foreign lands.
I wanted to be a ballerina too.
Looking back at what I thought I wanted and what I actually did, I wonder if I had a grasp of reality when I was young..or if I simply fantasized to deal with what my life actually was like.
Every job I ever held led me to my career. My every experience as a child and young adult led me there as well. So I suppose, my “dream job” was my career..to be a drug and alcohol counselor..a battering interventionist..and to have a private practice doing it.
The twelfth day of Christmas writing prompts………you thought I was going to sing, didn’t you?
This may sound horrible to some but my favorite Christmas day was the year my Mother spent the day in the hospital.
She was heavily pregnant with my adored baby sister, Anne. We wouldn’t meet Anne until the end of february, but that Christmas mother was suddenly having contractions. Her doctor advised hospitalization so off she went.
My dad’s mother suddenly appeared at the house and cooked dinners for us, and generalized housework to help Daddy. It was calm. It was a few days and nights of absolute love between us children and our grandmother.
It was a Christmas morning of no yelling, no frowning, no sarcastic remarks directed towards us. We simply got up and dressed, ate a nice breakfast, opened presents, giggled and laughed and received lots and lots of hugs. There was no yelling before lunch…no slaps before dinner…no disparaging remarks about “you are such a pig” or “you are so stupid” or “don’t eat that cookie, you are fat enough”. It was “would you like a cookie?” It was “give me a hug sweetheart”. It was “I love you”.
Yep. The database I employ (or rather am employed by) is “down” once again. Don’t you just LOVE computer-speak? It makes it sound like the poor server has just been so overworked and underpaid that depression has set in and it needs a break for its emotional wellbeing.
But, since for once in my life I left something alone, I have a back-up system already in place and working wonderfully well. It is here in “suziland too” that I shall be working the blog challenges, the daily prompts and possibly just write something for my own personal edification!
But probably not. The self edification stuff that is.