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What I want to be when I grow up
Jun. 1st, 2006 10:58 pmMmm, long weekends. I had one this week, with an extra day, even. Four days with which to do whatever I like! Which I spent constructively watching movies and buying platonic-ideal sunhats and poking around with the dogs and talking on the phone, and probably some other stuff too which I can't exactly remember because today was my second day back at work and the weekend seems very far away by now.
And okay, usually I don't mind going to work, but for some reason this week I've been restless. Not in an I-need-another-IT-job way, either, but in an I-could-use-a-new-career way. My office-mate talks about going back to school for a nursing degree, and I think, nursing! Why, I could do that! You know, in spite of the fact that I can't watch skin being punctured. She's talking about classes and homework, and I think, sounds good!
I don't really want to be a nurse, though. At least, I don't think I do. Even if they do make truckloads of money and you can get a job anywhere. Instead, I keep remembering two of my favorite places in the New Orleans That Was, both discount art-house movie theaters. One of them was an ordinary theater, with seats in rows and popcorn machines and French movies for a dollar. My favorite, though, was a few blocks from my house, a former strip mall converted into a series of half a dozen tiny theaters stuffed full of odd sofas and armchairs, a snack bar which sold whatever the owners were in the mood to buy. It played mostly movies, and for a while gave space to an experimental film society, but every now and then they'd devote a room to karaoke for a week, or put on a play.
It was open for years, but finally the owner lost his lease and rather than start over, he packed his bags and moved to the mountains somewhere, and I missed it like crazy once it was gone. And this week that's what I want to do with my life. I'm just waiting to win the lottery so I can do it.
And okay, usually I don't mind going to work, but for some reason this week I've been restless. Not in an I-need-another-IT-job way, either, but in an I-could-use-a-new-career way. My office-mate talks about going back to school for a nursing degree, and I think, nursing! Why, I could do that! You know, in spite of the fact that I can't watch skin being punctured. She's talking about classes and homework, and I think, sounds good!
I don't really want to be a nurse, though. At least, I don't think I do. Even if they do make truckloads of money and you can get a job anywhere. Instead, I keep remembering two of my favorite places in the New Orleans That Was, both discount art-house movie theaters. One of them was an ordinary theater, with seats in rows and popcorn machines and French movies for a dollar. My favorite, though, was a few blocks from my house, a former strip mall converted into a series of half a dozen tiny theaters stuffed full of odd sofas and armchairs, a snack bar which sold whatever the owners were in the mood to buy. It played mostly movies, and for a while gave space to an experimental film society, but every now and then they'd devote a room to karaoke for a week, or put on a play.
It was open for years, but finally the owner lost his lease and rather than start over, he packed his bags and moved to the mountains somewhere, and I missed it like crazy once it was gone. And this week that's what I want to do with my life. I'm just waiting to win the lottery so I can do it.
