I wrote this half-finished draft before I found my part-time job. Hilarious stuff, reading back at it now!
Previously, I asked some readers suggestions for a blog post because I was having a bit of a blogger’s block. There was one suggestion which I liked the thought of writing, but each time I attempt to write it or think about writing it I just couldn’t.
It’s all very nice to think about what sort of dream job you might like to have; a hazy, happy imagining of what life might be having a dream job. When you try to picture it a little clearer, as if it could possibly be achieved in reality, that’s when the hazy illusion dissipates.
There are many occupations I had dreamt to be. Teacher, writer, radio deejay (don’t laugh), subtitle editor, journalist… As a kid, I wanted to be a policewoman and a typist, among the other types of occupations I forgot.
I thought about that typical job interview question: where do you see yourself in five years’ time? I’d usually answer that question using the “I hope to freelance” card, which might be a bit naive of me, but it’s just because I never thought that far into the future.
So I tried to think what I really envision myself doing by then. Well, I certainly am not going to be in this job – I’m not even going to last a year if I can help that. I don’t think sub-editing is in my clumsy, careless nature. So, what job will I do next?
Becoming a teacher? Quite possible. I nearly became one, so I have to go back that path some day and see if I could be one. I don’t know if I will last in this job because it’s one thing to teach people who want to learn and another to teach children who may not appreciate your teaching.
Becoming a writer? I want to, but I don’t know if my writing cuts the mustard. I previously attended an interview for a magazine writer position but didn’t hear from them. I could see myself doing this for a longer time, since freelancing is easier with this job.
There is one job I see myself doing but have never considered it to be my dream job. I could see myself being a mother and homemaker in five years’ time.
Did I hear a snort of laughter? I don’t blame you. I, who can’t cook to save my life, who can’t iron my clothes properly that I rather send my nicer clothes to the occasional laundry trip, who don’t know much about caring for babies despite having been in close contact with them, want to be a stay-at-home mom.
And this was my half-written attempt to describe a day in my dream job.
MusEditions suggested that I do this. It’ll be good to put thoughts of my dream job in writing, to see it ‘happen’ with as much detail as I can put. Mind you, I’m not even sure if what I’ll write is my actual dream job, but I believe it could be!
Suspend reality here, please.
It’s half past ten Monday morning right now, and I feel awesome. I left home for work at nine a.m. and manage to comfortably arrive at the office before half past nine because it was past rush hour when I left. I’m also wearing a new top I bought on sale, which I think makes me look quite nice.
A little after half past nine, my publishing company had our weekly meeting among the editorial staff, which includes me. Our latest issue was released last week, and the boss is pleased with the write-up I did for my column.
After the meeting, my best mate at office comes over to my cubicle and with the help of my cubicle mate, who is also my good friend and part of the circle of friends I hang out with at work, ganged up to tease me, knowing that I get easily embarrassed by any sort of attention. We bullshitted a bit, our voices getting a notch louder every passing minute, before our editor-in-chief walks by with an extra loud clearing of his throat. We aren’t annoyed in the least because we know he isn’t either – he just acts fierce but he’s a real pussy at heart.
And to think, I never considered working in a bookshop, seeing how I love books. *facepalm*