Please. Come and Read A Girl's Dream

So I was recently thinking about Gentle Giant...

...you know it's going to be a great blog when that's the first line, right?

More specifically, how awesome it would be to live a day in the life of a Gentle Giant guy. But put aside the constant weight lifting I'd have to do in order to prepare to be huh-YOOJ for the job. Just pretend I could surpass that step and still know what I was doing, how to do it, I knew the other workers, and knew angles and where not to grab the furniture and what not. Do YOU think it would be fun to live a day in the life of a Gentle Giant worker? I do.

So there it is. I am a teacher. I like my job, although it makes me tired to think about doing this for the rest of my life. There's so much out there, and this is the inspiration for the blog. As with the Gentle Giant, I am going to pretend I didn't have to go through training of any sort or get to know my co-workers; I am already acclimated to the tasks and know the people and what is expected of me. So WHAT jobs would I love to do for a day?

*Gentle Giant. Duh. I'm obsessed. I think I've referred to myself as a "Gentle Giant groupie" before. Yes, that's it.

*A greeting card writer. I've always been proud of my witty little remarks, and if I were to pick a favorite between writing them via a FB status or a blog, I'd pick status without hesitation. A status is like a text message. You can pretend to be in a good mood with the click of an exclamation point and wah-lah. But with a blog, you spend a longer time creating it and maybe the bad mood might come out, or the lame ideas come out, etc. Well same thing. Phebe says she'd read my book if I wrote one. Heck no! I can't be funny for THAT long. I'd run out of funny so fast. THAT'S why greeting cards are like FB status' (statii). You with me? No? See? the blog. I blame any pathetic entry I create on the whole blogging empire.

*A Starbucks barista. Do you know the training they have to go through in order to learn all the drinks and the ventis and lattes and mochachinos and flippydippies and looshoopoopoos? I don't either, but it's gotta be a lot. And I am just not motivated to learn it all. But I am a secret snob and just love it there and even the sight of the lady in the Starbucks picture makes me happy. My friend used to work there and said the smell got old and she always went home smelling it, couldn't get rid of the smell, so maybe it would get old fast. BUT, this is a day in the life, not any shorter, not any longer. Remember the rules.

*A garbage lady. I know, I know, weird, but I get so inspired when I get stuck behind a garbage truck and watch the guys non-chalantly hang off the side of the truck, only to jump off and speed around, grabbing nasty barrels and throwing its insides into the truck, return the barrels (or throw it carelessly, I've seen both but no judgment here, just pure awe and respect) and hop back on, like it's nothing? AMAZING! Have you ever seen it in action? I wonder who would win an awesome prize, garbage men, or Gentle Giants. Hm. PS, a prerequisite of my being a garbage lady obviously has to be that it's not too cold, there are no snow banks I have to maneuver over, and it CANNOT and WILL NOT be hot. None of those conditions would be ideal. Yet another reason to give the garbage workers more respect that I think they get. Because their jobs are dirty. Pun most certainly intended.

*The woman who is already so pretty that if she puts on loads of make-up then she will look JUST LIKE Cinderella, at Disney World. I'm pretty sure that I would only last a day doing that anyway. But I'd get a warm fuzzy every time a little girl's jaw dropped. I would pretend that the girls just really were huge fans of me. Me, Jaquelin. Yeah. What can I say. Jaw-dropping, that's me.

*A delivery person of some sort. UPS, mail lady, Stop and Shop PEA POD!! And along that, maybe a limo driver. No, I take that back. Traffic is the death of me. I applaud anyone who has a commute that drags them in and out the sludge that is traffic. Yikes.

*An actor in a really funny show with a cast of other really funny people. For example, The Office. Have you ever seen those bloopers? I can't imagine being able to do a scene that made me laugh once, and then try to do it again, without laughing uncontrollably every time. Especially if everyone around me had great senses of humor. It would be impossible. And SO MUCH FUN!

*One of the factory workers in the Ben and Jerry's factory. I don't know, it's always been a weird thing of mine.

*I had a date with a friend today and she was let go last summer. Here's the crazy part: she is still getting paid until May I think she said. This started in October. So she's just hanging out, getting things done, dedicating time to working out and training for a triathlon. No work responsibility but still getting paid. SERIOUSLY!? When is it my turn? I want a turn! The kids can teach themselves. That's what the Kindle and all that crazy tech stuff is for, right?

No, no, but like a good little writer that's a good segway. I am so so so thankful for my job, and the people I work with, and the difference I KNOW I'm making in the lives of these kids. I just...get a little antsy and wonder what it would be like to do something else.

BUT!!! The most important thing and I cling to it whenever I think this, and sometimes I need to cling a little tighter, is that I know God has me here at this specific place, at this specific time, with these specific people, for a reason. If I got MY way and happened to be a barista with some garbage responsibilities, who on the weekends flew out to LA to do some recording and Cinderellaing, but then had to get back in order to carry some furniture up the stairs (and of course during my flights I'd write my greeting cards) and then deliver some packages on the way over the the Ben and Jerry's factory and oh also I would be getting paid for not working at all (just pretend with me, you've been doing a great job so far), something unfortunate would happen. I'd forget my hair net for the factory, or something. What I'm saying is, I believe that God's plan for me is to be a teacher for the time being. And while a girl can dream, I couldn't be any happier since I'm where He wants me to be:)

PS I told a long lost friend and faithful fellow blog follower (if you're not one I double dawg dare you to be...it's what the 9 cool kids are doing) that I would write her an acrostic for giving me a great quote and being awesome. So I'm going to write one, but don't judge. I'm tired, I just wrote a long blog, and I still have to create math homework for the week (i-yi-yi).

Absolutely adorable!

Never a nuisance

GradeA personality

If only she weren't a stranger

Eventually we shall see each other again!