Monday, May 23, 2011

B's career

I got a new-ish job. Same people, different work. It's tolerable, but nowhere near as fun as being a nanny. We couldn't afford me being a nanny anymore, Dallin goes to school in the fall, and we needed benefits, so I had to quit :-( I'm over the new job, which has led me to contemplate "Things that would actually make money that B wouldn't mind doing on a regular basis". The job itself is ok. I'm the "Super helper" which basically means anyone can boss me around at any time, and I get paid lots of money to do it. There was a riff last week because one employee was hogging me. *sigh*. It's also micro-management central. But I'm really just over working lame jobs. So that has brought me to trying to realistically dream about the future. We've had tiny glimpses of our business being able to make enough money to support us, but for the time being, I am not putting all of my eggs in that basket. So here's what I would love/tolerate for the future.

-If money and age were not a problem, I would be a dancer. Since that is not looking viable, I took a Zumba class this semester, and it was amazing. My Zumba instructor, who I semi-worship, told me I should become an instructor. And don't worry, I wouldn't be a very good "Traditional Zumba" instructor. It'd be more like semi-choreographed Matt and B dance party moves. But that's not really a career in these parts, more like just a way to get paid to work out. So that would be a side job. And I will never do it in a neon sports bra with hoop earrings to Latin Techno. More like plaid leg warmers and a Flashdance style sweatshirt to Flogging Molly.

-This is just funny/sad. I recently got bullied into becoming a Mary Kay consultant. BEFORE YOU JUDGE ME, hear me out. My skin had hit rock bottom. It depressed me every time I looked in the mirror. It was distracting to Matt. Everything I tried wasn't working, and I tried SO MANY things. Matt and I decided that I could invest in some good skin care stuff, and my friend, the consultant, called me to tell me Mary Kay was half off, so I decided to try their stuff. It worked, and has continued to work. But she wasn't happy with just selling me stuff, and I'm terrible at saying "Back off!!". So, many details omitted later, it turns out that in April the starter kit was $50 instead of $100, and it had a few hundred dollars worth of "product" in it, including the entire skin care line I've been using, some nice mascara/foundation, etc. I went for it, nicely told her to get off my back, and have since been giving away all of the extra product (Bronze #5 anyone?) and throwing away the startling amount of propaganda that they've been sending me. I will never ever ever go forward with this because the very thought of being pushy makes me want to curl up in a corner and die. I'm much more of a Ben than a Dan :-)

Oh, this is also funny/sad. I've been measuring all of my future careers based on 2 things; Would my mother want to do it, and will it be a useful skill when the end of the world comes. Really great benchmarks, I know. If my mother would like it, it's out of the question. That's why the two at the top of the list are interior design (which my mother would hate, it's too impractical) and accounting (the one form of math that I'm good at and my mother hates). I would love to make everything more beautiful and efficient, but really, how useful is that going to be in a post-apocolyptic world? And accounting, I really wouldn't mind as long as I didn't have to work with too many stupid people. That's another benchmark; How many stupid people would I have to deal with on a regular basis.

-I still have a scholarship that I could activate in order to attend the University of Wyoming for close to nothing, and I looked and there is an accounting program online, whereas all of the interior design stuff is far away/expensive. I've already missed the registration deadline for the fall, but for the time being (i.e. the next 2 weeks) I am going to go forward with hopes of getting a degree in accounting.

That felt good to get out of my head.