What did you want to be when you were a kid?

When i graduated from high school I was given a folder that contained articles from every grade i attended the school (3rd - 11th). Inside were stupid letters I wrote myself which proved how dumb I really was in 8th grade (I mean, I told myself I was a stud). On second thought, I guess I was pretty smart and could see the future. Just kidding . . .but I did like a really weird girl apparently which I have no recollection of . . .perhaps she wrote it and tried to pass it off as me, so later on I would look her up. In any case, it does not matter - and if so, it did not work for her.

Ultimately I wrote what I wanted to be when I grew up. 3rd grade it was a farmer, 8th grade it was a teacher, 11th grade it was still a teacher because I knew that's what I was going college for and it made no sense to say that I wanted to be a lazy millionaire which would have been what I would have written had I been honest.

Fast forward ten years and I really have to say, I did not see this coming. No kid in school ever says, I'd like to grow up, wear a suit and tie, drive an hour and 20 minutes one way to sit in an office all day, drink coffee and try to sort through a mess of lawsuits every day. I mean, can we really expect to be happy in our employment? I'm thankful to have a job and I do the best I can while I'm there (except now, but its really slow today and so I think I can blog), but whenever my friend who works at a huge lawfirm and makes more money than most people do in this country says to me that he is dissatisfied with his job because he doesn't get enough respect, I have to just reply to him "boo hoo hoo". I mean, find your happiness outside of work. You're trading your time for money - if we could really expect to do something we absolutely love, we'd do it for free. I mean, do you make people pay you to eat pie with ice-cream? No!

Don't get me wrong, I enjoy my job a lot of times, for instance, there are these guys outside my window shoveling mulch. It's around 90 degress and they're covered in mulch dust. I'm glad I'm up here. Also, my job is rewarding. Every once in a while I'm able to find caselaw that really solves an issue, or I'm to prevent some injustice. Or I deal with cases where guys poop in lunch boxes of coworkers, or drive their trucks nude to the horror of their female driving partners (i'm not saying I agree with that conduct but I mean, imagine reading that lawsuit!), or shove dead animals in other guys trucks. I mean, with that kind of stuff going on, who could be bored?