Things I don’t want to be.
Poultry processor (look it up… it will make you a vegetarian like the Tech Queen).
Newspaper reporter (this is not going to end well).
Roustabout (again, look it up).
Garbage man (the work is fine… the smell not so much).
Roofer (been there, done that).
Dental Hygienist (how do people spend their days sticking their hands in strangers’ mouths?).
The person who cleans the operating room after surgery. I don’t know what their title is, but they need one.
If you have this job you should seriously consider becoming a dental hygienist.
But the job I least want is doctor.
Not the kind of doctor who asks you to cough (guy reference). Or tells you how life ends (again, not ending well).
I don’t want to be the kind of doctor who works in education.
Not that I wouldn’t take an honorary degree if someone wanted to give me one (are you listening Harvard?).
Don’t get me wrong, it’s not that I don’t respect people who have doctorates in education, I just question whether it will be worth it twenty years from now.
I think we are heading towards a time where everyone (who wants one) has a doctorate.
If you have a computer and a little ambition you can become a doctor of something (I obviously have one of these, but not the other).
It’s getting harder and harder for me to tell the difference between someone who got their degree from Oxford and someone who got a degree from a small Caribbean country I’ve never heard of and can’t pronounce.
If you ask me, and no one is, a doctorate isn’t what it used to be.
Sort of in the same way a high school diploma isn’t worth what it was 50 years ago.
Of course, if I had a doctorate maybe I could get published and people would read my work (I can dream can’t I?).
Please call me at your convenience, Harvard. Or Caribbean University located in a strip mall. While I’m not willing to put in the time for a doctorate, I am willing to travel.
** Note from all knowing “Tech Queen”…I think they call the person who cleans up the surgery room a custodian.