I have probably one of the most repetitive and boring jobs in the planet. I clean toilets at a summer camp from 3:30pm-12:30 am. Even though the day crew argues that we (the night crew) don’t do anything we indeed do. For instance this week I unplugged quit a few toilets and I swear one day poo (yes the might “number two”) followed my partner around everywhere, showing up on toilets, floors and walls. I only tell you this to explain the game I play. I have a tendency to ask my partners questions, random ones at that, because… well, because I’m convinced that it makes the poo not smell as bad
I usually start my questions out with “if you were lost in Disneyland which character would you want to escort you to saftey and why?”, that one is fun especially when people think WAY too much about it (to be honest, mine is Prince Charming, because he’s kind on the eyes), but my favorite question is “When you were 5 what did you “want to be when you grew up” ? I get answers like, doctors, lawyers, moms and even dads, but NO ONE ever has my answer, I wanted to be a cowgirl ( I think that next creative one I got was a trash truck driver).
Tonight for some reason the thought of what I wanted to be when I grew up came to mind (probably when I was pursuing my photography career dream). I am currently pursing a job as a teacher, but I wouldn’t mind ending up as a social worker, a ASL interpreter and/or a cow girl. Tonight I was talking (well texting) a friend and we were talking about boys, I said “sometimes I get to the point that I just want a boyfriend, which I’m not deneying would be fun, but I’m not just looking for a date, I’m willing to wait.” I feel the same way about my career, I know that God has it planned in such an amazing way and for that I’m excited .
