What do you wanna be when you grow up?

What is your Dream Job?

JackDanyells put out a call to youtube, and I'm extending it just one link farther. If you hunt through the video comments, you'll find my response, but I'm much more articulate when my speaking comes from my mind and goes straight to a keyboard instead of to a videocamera.

I love my job.

I say it on here all the time. You know I do.

One of the things I never told you guys about my job was when my honeymoon period shattered. It was a two-night experience that was brought on by my training class (the reservations were made shortly after we hit the floor- some of them by me). A pair of customers on a conference phone kept me on the line for about fifty minutes the first night, and another hour-and-fourty-five minutes the second night while I micromanaged about ten different reservations for them. Changing dates, cancelling rooms at the last minute, etc.

At some point during the conversation, I did something that doesn't happen in real life. I seriously put the customer on hold politely, asked my co-worker if she was on a call (which she wasn't), and let out an ear-shattering scream.

Again, my honeymoon period was shattered that night.

But I still love my job.

Why? I'm not sure. I think it's because it's been so long since I was actually good at something. I get an attagirl almost once a month. If I don't, then it doesn't matter, because I blinked and the month flew by, and I'll do better next month. My call monitors are consistently above 78%. I currently have a 1.5 hours of free time in the form of funbucks- which are rewards that basically mean that I can come in an hour and a half later than usual if I desire. I have another on the way- I scored 100% on my last call monitor, so I get another funbuck. ^_^ I also was given the top spot in February for conversion percentage.

I love my job, but it's not my dream job.

I have about four, least feasable to most feasable as follows:

First of all, my brother basically stole one of my dream jobs - I wanted to be a Rennaisance Wench at the Royal Dumpe downtown. He works for the Rennaisance Faire in KC as a Gypsy son of The Maestro.

Second, a professional actress, doing theatre for a living and actually making money doing voice acting. Possible, but difficult to break in to and maintain. Very, very difficult.

Third, an author. Unless I somehow break out of this blue funk I'm in, I don't see my writer's block for Fallen letting up anytime soon. But I need it to. Oh, I need it to. I want to re-imagine The Artist of Athens... but again, I need to break this case of the blues and... just... write. I don't know if I could be happy doing just this, though. I really don't know...

Fourth - and quite possibly the most feasable.
Not immediately, but eventually.
One day, to own my own theatre and write one play a season for it. Even if it's the one mystery dinner theatre script or the spring manuscript or the fall manuscript of a season. Or one play every other season. I remember that I suggested it to one of my teachers, they told me to produce instead of write the plays. But I don't think I could be happy with just that. Maybe I'm reaching for the stars, and I'll fall before I can gather them in my fingertips.

Maybe it's impossible.

But that's what makes it a dream job. Right?