Since I've been stuck in limbo, hoping to land my first big job, I've been considering what other career paths I could take up if journalism falls through.
The summer I turned 19 I worked two different jobs. One as a food sample lady, and the other as a receptionist for a nail salon. Between a strange woman laying her hands on my belly and "praying over me" while I stood in my apron and hair net, to having Vietnamese women shove delicious egg rolls down my throat at 10 a.m., it's not much of a stretch to say I'd love to re-live my 19th summer every year.
If being a professional food sample lady doesn't work out, I suppose I could always go back to being a lifeguard. Two years of getting hit on by 12 year olds and 50 year olds, wasn't enough to fill my appetite. I could never get enough of the real and fake drownings, and how could I forget, the skeezy guy who wore white soccer shorts on the slide -- no undies underneath or anything. I'll let you use your imagination for that one.
The end of my first summer lifeguarding.
While I was applying for professional-esque jobs, I stumbled across a job to be a "professional crafter." I thought that would be pretty awesome -- crafting things so other people can copy my crafting -- but unfortunately they weren't interested. I wonder if crafting for 40 hours a week would be exhilarating or mind numbing. I guess I'll never know.
And while we're on the topic, I've considered being an artist. Seriously though, I really have. I'm not exactly sure where the paychecks would come from, but I would pay myself in low-stress levels and high amounts of satisfaction. Unfortunately, I don't think Nathaniel would agree that form of payment is enough. Maybe I'll just stick to doing that on the side.
All I'm saying is...journalism better not fail me.