What do you want to be when you grow up?

I am currently sans occupation. It is an interesting time in my life to find myself in this situation. I get the opportunity to redefine myself and figure out what it is that I want to do with my life, what direction I want to go in. The possibilities are endless. And I have no clue where to start.

So what does any normal person do when faced with a difficult decision? I have no idea. For me, I have decided to test the waters by dabbling in several different areas over the past two weeks.

I started out very slowly at first but a family medical crisis soon helped me try out my first new occupation, that of the Candy Striper.

Now this is no easy job. I spent 8 hours a day at the hospital visiting, comforting and feeding family. In addition, I was forced to act as a mediator and therapist as drama of epic proportions broke out. I found that although I was good at this particular endeavor, it was physically, mentally and emotionally draining. I decided to seek employment elsewhere.

My next job was that of a personal stylist. Eboogie enlisted my help and we hit DSW and the mall over the weekend. I was excited. This was something I could be good at and enjoy at the same time. Perhaps I had found my niche.

It was not to be. The shopping was fine. I tried to help Eboogie find and define her sense of style, but I was constantly distracted by shoes, clothes and other things I was not allowed to buy. I only have so much willpower (I only bought ONE pair of shoes) However, sans occupation means sans money and if I stayed on this path, I would be in the red. I had to move on.

The newest career move was that of the personal chauffeur. In an effort to help out my already stressed out family (see above family medical crisis) I offered to drive my cousin to school yesterday morning to give my aunt more time at the hospital. Having to get up at 7:30 a.m. is torture for me but I figured what the hell. It's only one day, right?

Wrong. When I went to pick up the man yesterday morning, he offered me $10 and said "My mom wanted to know if you would bring me to school everyday this week." My jaw hit the floor and I mumbled "Sure, no problem."

As we were driving to school, I asked him to identify the big yellow vehicle that I was driving behind.

Dan: "Oh, that's the school bus."
McDougall: "Why are you not on it?"
Dan: "Because it comes mad early."
McDougall: "Hmmm, that is interesting seeing as I am driving RIGHT BEHIND IT."

I have decided that this job should actually be title "Professional Sucker." This morning when I got up to bring him at the ungodly hour of the morning, he wasn't even there. McDougall was not happy.

Thankfully, I got another job offer before 8:00 a.m. this morning. I received a phone call from a friend asking me to help her get into shape. So there it is...my job this week is to be a personal trainer.

I think I may enjoy this one as it will force me to go to the gym and I can boss someone else around and they may actually listen to me. That will be a first!

Anyway, this should keep me occupied for the rest of the week until I have to try out my next career, the accountant. I am not looking forward to that one.