January 09, 2004

My dream job

is not the one I have. Some days I am reminded of the line from The Man in the Gray Flannel Suit: "The only reason I'm willing to spend my life in such a ridiculous enterprise is that I want to buy a more expensive house and a better brand of gin."

Anyway, I think my dream job would be working in one of those mailbox/shipping places. I am very good at packing boxes so the contents don't break. I love filling out airbills. I was a key operator for a very complex photocopier at one time. I have an office supply fetish.

And those stores are usually closed by about 6 or 7 pm and on Sunday, so except around the holidays the hours don't look bad.

I'm guessing I'd need to give up on the more expensive house and better brand of gin, though.

LATER THAT SAME DAY: Working in a bio lab would not be my dream job either, but a friend of mine called me on her way home tonight and told me she heard the best quote ever in a meeting this afternoon: "We aren't going to sit around eating each other's brains."

(They were discussing doing BSE testing; a microbiologist was explaining why they don't need to worry about catching vCJD.)

That reminds me that my geekiness has rubbed off on Victor. After I described some bizarre behavior on the part of some coworkers at an office lunch, he remarked "Was the rye bread moldy?"

Posted by Nic at January 9, 2004 04:16 PM | TrackBack
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