A woman, renewing her driver's license at the County Clerk 's office,
was asked by the woman recorder to state her occupation.
She hesitated, uncertain how to classify herself.
'What I mean is, ' explained the recorder,
'do you have a job or are you just a ...?'
'Of course I have a job,' snapped the woman.
'I'm a Mom.'
'We don't list 'Mom' as an occupation,
'housewife' covers it,'
Said the recorder emphatically.
I forgot all about her story until one day I found myself
in the same situation, this time at our own Town Hall.
The Clerk was obviously a career woman, poised,
efficient, and possessed of a high sounding title like,
'Official Interrogator' or 'Town Registrar.'
'What is your occupation?' she probed.
What made me say it? I do not know.
The words simply popped out.
'I'm a Research Associate in the field of
Child Development and Human Relations.'
The clerk paused, ball-point pen frozen in m midair and
looked up as though she had not heard right.
I repeated the title slowly emphasizing the most significant words.
Then I stared with wonder as my pronouncement was written,
in bold, black ink on the official questionnaire.
'Might I ask,' said the clerk with new interest,
'just what you do in your field?'
Coolly, without any trace of fluster in my voice,
I heard myself reply,
'I have a continuing program of research,
(what mother doesn't)
In the laboratory and in the field,
(normally I would have said indoors and out).
I'm working for my Masters, (first the Lord and then the whole family)
and already have four credits (all daughters).
Of course, the job is one of the most demanding in the humanities,
(any mother care to disagree?)
and I often work 14 hours a day, (24 is more like it).
But the job is more challenging than most run-of-the-mill careers
and the rewards are more of a satisfaction rather than just money.'
There was an increasing note of respect in the clerk's voice as she
completed the form, stood up, and personally ushered me to the door.
As I drove into our driveway, buoyed up by my glamorous new career,
I was greeted by my lab assistants -- ages 13, 7, and 3.
Upstairs I could hear our new experimental model,
(a 6 month old baby) in the child development program,
testing out a new vocal pattern.
I felt I had scored a beat on bureaucracy!
And I had gone on the official records as someone more
distinguished and indispensable to mankind than 'just another Mom.'
Motherhood!
What a glorious career!
Especially when there's a title on the door.
..that wasn't me. I got this in one of those e-mails. I like the point though, that you can give a job a different title and people like it better.
Originally posted by JigtieDon't worry, there are plenty of much more interesting and beautiful things to look at than your private parts. 😉
Impreeeessiiiive. 😀
😕
IIIiiiiiih!
* Covering my private parts *
AaaaaH!
* Realising it won't work, so turns around *
AAAAAaaaaaahhhh!
* Running away! *
Originally posted by lauseyReach for the stars,
Maybe I was being a tad optimistic. 😕
Climb every mountain higher.
Reach for the stars,
Follow your hearts desire.
Reach for the stars,
And when that rainbow's shining over you
That's when your dreams will all come true!
...is it a bird? Is it a plain?...
no. i thought by now i would be married with children, in a position of some power, well known by the general public, and wealthy.
that's when i was 15. i think in retrospect it was all more or less achievable, but it turns out i'm none of those things.
when i was 5 i wanted to be a truck-driver. that hasn't come to pass either.
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Originally posted by CrowleyHahahaha, me too. But before high school I wanted to be either a professional pom-pom girl, or a brain surgeon. Neither was realized. Now I'm in engineering, and wishing I was a more motivated writer.
What 'life plan'?
I just wanted to get drunk, high and laid. In that order.
An overall "No", to answer the question.