Find something you love to do, something you’ll be excited to get up in the morning for, something that you’re eager to do each and every day: that’s the advice of most of the career guru types out there and the advice of super successful moguls such as Oprah Winfrey and Donald Trump. How many people are so fortunate? And I don’t mean Oprah and the Donald fortunate, I mean just fortunate enough to love their job and be eager to get up in the morning (or whenever) to get to it? Actors, musicians, chefs, well, all artists, probably, because what they do feeds their souls (and if they’re successful in worldly terms provides a substantial income). Major sports figures, models, these people (I imagine) must love their jobs.
But what about the Average Joe or Joan? I mean someone has to do some pretty icky stuff for a living, right? There’s this television show about really gross jobs called (appropriately enough) Dirty Jobs, and they profile all these . . . well, dirty and/or dangerous jobs, like roadkill collector. Now that can’t be something that gets your spirit soaring in the early a.m., right? I mean, it seems like a pretty thankless job with some pretty nasty odors and visuals, you know? But someone has to do that, we don’t just let nature take its course when it comes to dead animals littering the roadway. I don’t even want to think about it, much less do it. So you have to wonder how someone gets a job like that? When asked what they want to be when they grow up, kids don’t say they want to be roadkill or bat guano collectors or shark suit testers (not kidding, these are real jobs), so how does one end up doing something like that? And how can I make sure I don’t get in that line?
I’ve wondered that about some really interesting sounding or fun jobs, too. A personal shopper sounded like a dream job until I processed the fact that I’d be shopping for someone else and not in the gift-giving sense; that took all the allure out of it for me. I wouldn’t know where to start looking for such a job anyway. I mean how do you get to be a party planner or a travel writer . . . ooh, or a host of your own travel show like that PBS guy or that nice Samantha whatever on the Travel Channel? Now there’s a dream job for you: someone pays you to go and stay in all the best hotels in all the most fabulous cities in the world. Now that‘s a job I could get excited about and for which I could bound out of bed each morning with eager enthusiasm.