My work is really boring. Probably the most boringest (if boringest were a word) job of all time. Seriously. EVER.
I used to dream of having way cooler jobs. When I was a little kid I invented a place called Kid-slack. It was this amazingly cool mall/theme park/ food place/ toy store where you could do anything. There were water slides and dinosaurs like the Tyranafaurus which was a color changing dinosaur that could talk and run really fast. See, that would be a fun job. Play with dinosaurs. Play on water slides. Eat chocolate ice cream while riding on roller coasters. Make millions.
But no. I put clothes in cardboard boxes. Lame.
Anyway, when I was younger I used to have an amazing imagination. I mean what little kid hasn’t imagined himself as a superhero with amazing super-powers (flame throwing, ice throwing, big explosion throwing)? I used to go out in my backyard with my older brothers Sam and Paul (well, ok, mostly Sam, Paul grew up at the age of seven) and play amazing games, most of which involved some kind of improvised weapon made from old pieces of wood from the alley behind our house.
Oh those were the days. The days of obliviousness. No worry of anything except for how to put on band-aids. Now I work 40 hours a week in the dungeon of the Bookstore slaving away under the horrible tyrant known as “the boss”. No more having fun. No more having an imagination.
Well, so maybe I have sort of grown up a little. Maybe.
But, maybe I still do pretend that the cars driving by on the freeway are actually alien spaceships trying to take over Tucson and the only hope of survival is for me in my time machine pt-cruiser to blow them up using my hidden laser guns under the hood. But that’s normal . . . .right?
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Totally normal. In fact, if a person didn't imagine those sort of things is when I would be worried about them. Not that they were in mental trouble or anything, but just that we couldn't be friends anymore. I'm only friends with the likes of Spaceman Spiff.
ReplyDeleteP.S. At least its just a job, not your career. You can still become a dino-tamer...but you need to become a scientist first and resurrect dinosaurs.
Dude, can Sam have your job? We'd really, really, really like one - any one - right now. :) I've heard all about kid-slack and tyranafaurus, by the way. You guys were hilarious little kids. We never did such crazy imaginative things like that!
ReplyDeleteYou're forgetting that you were lucky enough to have the best job EVER for a short span in life. Remember the days of nailing, sweeping, shoveling, concrete screeting, wheelbarrow hauling? Yes, you were lucky enough to know how great that is. or how about compliments of the day, breaking rakes, and loving life in 290 degree afternoon heat.
ReplyDeleteso lucky