Friday was my last day with the seniors. I’m not nearly as impressed with this group as I was with the 230+ seniors I had last year. But they’re off…off and away. And I’ll be as happy to see some of them go as they are to leave. I did my usual routine on the last day before the final: I read Dr. Seuss’ Oh The Places You’ll Go. True words. Good book. But…
…I wonder…
I’ve been surfing the existential crisis ocean for the past couple of years. This banjo thing is the first time I’ve felt like I was on dry, solid ground since college. Ironically, it’s the least certain of any occupational choice I’ve made thus far. There’s security in traditional and outdoor education. Hell, there’s security in being a barista or a cave tour guide. But I was lacking the passion. The performance track bears with it a ton of obstacles and zero assurance. But I finally feel free.
So what about everybody else?
Do people really wake up one day and say, “You know, I think I’ve found my calling, my passion, my dream job to which I want to dedicate my life. I want to be a dental hygienist.”
Well, maybe they do. So I’ve used a little crowd sourcing (from my beloved seniors) to compile a list of possible career options followed by what I believe has passionately driven people into those careers (other than, of course, the fact that “civilization” needs people to fill a variety of roles and that money is the driver for many people’s career choices…we’re talkin’ passion here people!!!). If I offend anyone, I’m sorry, but really…you’ve really always aspired to be a desk clerk?
Teacher: A good place to start since I’ve been dabbling in this niche the past few years. The only thing I could see that would lead someone into being a teacher for life considering how much freaking work it is and how dismal the pay happens to be is an inferiority complex under which one must surround thyself with children in order to feel more mature than one really is. This is, of course, proportional to the age of the students. That, or as I responded in college when asked why we were going into teaching, “A really expensive hobby that takes up a lot of time.” People stabbed me with their eyes. But I hold myself to the highest level of integrity; no use lyin’. Though, the inadvertent “teacher” or “mentor” role that we all should fill daily, is totally legit. That’s not a career, though. That’s just being a good human being.
Docent: Ok, you caught me. I just wanted to use this word. But having given tours before, I cannot imagine that there is anything self-contained (i.e. museum/art gallery/etc.) that would be fun to give tours of even if it were ever-changing. Even Pink Jeep Tours. At some point those guys have got to feel really bad about themselves.
Generic Desk Job/Secretary: I’ve met some incredible secretaries in my day. But by the end of a day, or a week, or YEARS of doing tasks for needy people (not the impoverished kind) who think their request is life-or-death…how can you go on returning to that same chair with the perma-buttprint, the line of cat photos, and that shitty plastic cross-stitched pen holder thing your niece made you. That’s right folks. You’re a spinster.
Residential Life: The hours suck, the pay is dismal, and you have to be a disciplinarian which means having long, uncomfortable talks with people. I guess knowing that the lives of some college or high school students are shittier than yours can make you feel better about your situation…but…free housing just ain’t worth it. That’s what BLM land and a tent are for.
Butcher: If the rule was that you had to kill and clean your own meat in order to eat any (this means YOU do it, not your Second Amendment-obsessed brother-in-law), we could get rid of most of the dams on the Colorado River. I would also probably turn into a pescatarian…strictly limiting myself to crawdads and lake trout. Because I’m a total pussy when it comes to meat. I love bacon and anything from the pig, but it would need to be severely desperate times for me to slaughter an ungulate.
Accountant: You really want to remind yourself daily of the fucked up disparity of our capitalist system? You are a dirty little masochist.
Dental Hygienist: Clearly some sort of combination between a BDSM and a mouth fetish. Not only do you get that super, slippery, wet tongue and lips and teeth…but you get to be in a dominant role and put sharp implements into many people’s gaping oral holes…yeeeeeeah.
Lawyer: I loved taking Constitutional Law in class. But lawyers have a funny place on the trajectory of the development of civilizations. I won’t deny their necessity, but the fact that people can’t just deal with their own shit and that we’ve created an entire institution that is required, in many cases, for people to use in order to proceed onto the next phase of their lives…it’s fucked up. Don’t even get me started on “life coaches.”
Waitress: If you’re seriously into any sort of outdoor activity, you’ve lived in a town that survives solely off the tourism of wealthy shitheads from one of America’s larger metropolises. You know, the people that entertain themselves by getting plastic surgery and…and…I don’t know what else they do for fun. Go golfing? Buy million-dollar houses and remodel them? If you’ve lived in one of these towns, sometimes the only job options one can secure with any normal college degree (a.k.a. a bachelor’s in liberal studies/humanities) are in the service industry. Sure, some people work at hospitals. Knee doctors make bank and stay busy in these towns! Some people teach (see above). And some people guide wilderness field expeditions, ski patrol, or work for the Park Service. The consolation to choosing to serve as a career (and this includes the NPS folks – the questions those people have to answer daily makes it a remarkable feat that they still maintain some level of sanity) is that you’re surrounded by hot, athletic, outdoor bodies. If you’re a straight chick, this means the proportions are in your favor. Mmm…hard bodies…
Plumber: Now plumbing is a totally legit job. The general infrastructure of proper sewage systems is one of the first steps that allows states to transition from an LDC to an MDC. The Population Reference Bureau added “modern sanitation systems” to their data sheet recently because it is that telling. But…how many folks go into plumbing because they believe in PROGRESS?
Porn Star: I don’t know how this one made the list. This one is an obvious passion and a totally legit career choice. I’d consider it if it weren’t so stigmatized and if my body responded better to waxing. Though, some of the shit those girls are doing these days, I hope they have a good health care package. Does ObamaCare cover genital reconstructive surgery?
Pastor/Rabbi/Priest: Yeah, this might be your passion, your calling, but dewd…you should see a therapist. I just got done teaching a unit on world religions. After reading about many different religions, I’ve found most of them to be utterly baffling. Except Taoism. But that’s more of a philosophy than a religion. And it’s rooted in reality and personal accountability…unlike so many of the others. Since recovering from learning about belly button lotus flowers, Red Sea crossings, bodily mutilation, and blatant misogyny, the idea of paradox is the only thing that holds any sort of ground.
I could go on forever, but I’m bored. I think I’ll go back to bed since it’s Sunday. I woke up at 5:30 having to poop. I had some coffee too. But brunch isn’t until 9:30, and if I stay sentient I’ll get too hungry and eat the only food I have: chocolate, pickles, and kipper snacks. Though I’m feeling a nagging sensation to run. It’s only in the high 60s outside right now. I did a 20-mile run yesterday and it was somewhere around 90 degrees. There was one point where I was like, “What’s your body telling you right now?”…”That I wish I had a horse.”
Not because I was bonking on the trail (I was)…I just wanted to play Genghis Khan the Arizona Cowboy.