If you had the brains, physical attributes, degrees, money, or whatever else will be required to obtain your dream job, what would it be? Have you ever thought about it? Sometimes I love to dive into my imagination, sit back, and ponder about my two dream jobs.
I know some of you will look toward fame and fortune, while others will take the humanitarian route, some will remember a childhood desire, and then there will be those who will head toward the scholarly. Will it be a job from the past, present, or future? I have been harping lately concerning the fact that now is the time for entrepreneurial ideas. When the usual way of life is in the throes of chaos, it is time to brainstorm new ways to engage in work and play. Old habits can melt into exciting avenues of never explored options if we open our minds and hearts.
Since I am a dreamer and already know my dream jobs, I will share them with you. One is a real job, and one position must be created and then developed. Both are fun, at the entirely opposite spectrums of life, and neither one a very lucrative venture. But the joy, oh the joy derived from them will be worth it to me!
The first job is the conductor for the Houston Astros Minute Maid train. My qualifications are that I come from a baseball family, and as soon as I could walk, my dad gave me a glove and put me out in the field while coaching my brother’s little league team. And I played fast-pitch softball along with slow pitch too, third base and catcher. My keen eye can see a play coming down the line at the crack of the bat, and my instincts of what to do are instant. I know and love the game!
I can see myself now, dressed in overalls with an orange and white checked shirt, Astros baseball cap, my Astros tennis shoes, and orange rag in the back pocket standing out by the train. The crowd will be my orchestra and me, its symphony leader. They will rock, sway, and chant to my direction. Of course, I will talk a little junk to the opposing team when they are in the field and cheer on my Astros to victory each game! I know the position is taken, but he has to retire sometime, right?
Astros organization, I want to let you know that I am ready when needed. Call Me!
My second choice is a position that must be created and then developed. I will be the Pioneer leader for the new career located in Washington, DC, and it is called Head, Head Thumper. It will require attendance to all speeches starting at the White House moving over to the Hill, marching to the Pentagon, subsequently wherever the media is present. As you can see, this will have to be a multiple person job.
A Head Thumpers’ job is to keep the rhetoric, lies, accusations, and any other derogatory remarks that are not truthful or backed by documented facts down to a minimum. Depending on the severity of the comment will depend on the type of head thump, and it is a split-second decision administered, the very moment the sewage is spilled.
Now, there are three types of head thumps. One is a simple finger flick to the back of the head for minor infractions. The second is an open-handed wack to the back of the head for a more complex offense, and the third, which is delivered to the front of the head, is called the “Southern Baptist You Are Healed” head thump for the most severe of infractions. The Southern Baptist head thump will be the one which will pave the way until our politicians learn to choose their words carefully and truthfully. Another position, which will be someone who travels with the Head Thumpers is a fact-checker. So, some thumps may be a few minutes delayed. We would hate to administer an unnecessary Head Thump to anyone who did not deserve it, too.
Mr. President, Senate, House, and Pentagon, I am ready to serve my country! Call Me!
As you can see, I have thought long and hard about my dream jobs. What about you? Why not have some fun today and slip into a pleasant old fashioned daydream? What is your dream job? You may be surprised to discover what your subconscious reveals to you!
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