Career Goals

In the long and convoluted process to discovering my Path In Life, I went to a life coach this Wednesday. My parents had accidentally won two sessions during a silent auction: Noticing she offered therapy and being in the throes of the budget dispute in Springfield, my father jokingly wrote "For the Governor." And thus they won, since it was soooo funny no one else bid on it.

During the hour-long session of my endless whining about missed opportunities and lack of motivation, she interrupted to ask what I had wanted to be when I was little. Ah, wonderful question that will tell her so much about me, right? Well. I don't think she got much out of my answer:

• Age four: an artist (since my grandmother had an art degree - although even then I knew that that was a foolish ambition; no one is a full-time artist nowadays) and a mother (coming from parents with five and eight siblings and grandparents with almost as many)
  
• Grade school: A taxidermist (I enjoyed the shock value, and we'd had a taxidermist tell us about her job when I was in 2nd grade)
  
• Junior high: an interior designer (not so original there)
  
• High school: a Byzantine scholar (see "shock value" above)
  
• College: a makeup artist (when people would ask, "What do you plan on doing with your Classical Civilization degree?") or a fibre artist (after taking a fibre arts course at a college when I was in high school; this was to annoy my uncles)
  

So pretty much my career ambitions have solely been to be unusual and piss people off. Excellent information to work with there.

Aaaand…next.