tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37309174.post1653671569287069733..comments2024-03-20T02:18:58.950-07:00Comments on Crazy Days and Nights: Your Turnent lawyerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08658046190988387228noreply@blogger.comBlogger104125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37309174.post-83201132577612522632009-07-20T08:48:55.442-07:002009-07-20T08:48:55.442-07:00Growing up all I knew what what I did NOT want to ...Growing up all I knew what what I did NOT want to do/become.. I found out recently (have I grown up finally??) that I am on a new career path, and I can't wait til I'm finished with training... YAY ME!!!NicScotthttps://www.blogger.com/profile/15613942967911358087noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37309174.post-35726642557362650292009-07-19T17:39:52.965-07:002009-07-19T17:39:52.965-07:00@whinemaker - you should definitely be doing art, ...@whinemaker - you should definitely be doing art, anything with art. Take an art class, paint on the side, as a hobby. START now - it's not to late and I'm not trying to be cliche. My best friends mother was a teacher and after a major family tragedy decided to take up painting - and after she retired from teaching, her painting started getting noticed locally. Now she sells them and has her artwork in local, state galleries. Don't give up the art - some artists really hit their stride later in life when their art work blossoms from life's experiences. Even if it doesn't leave your home, it will make you happier to be doing something you love. good luck!evergreyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/09452680846629732430noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37309174.post-75714539645445289352009-07-19T17:29:46.047-07:002009-07-19T17:29:46.047-07:00Centerfielder for the Boston Red Sox.
Astronaut i...Centerfielder for the Boston Red Sox.<br /><br />Astronaut in the off-season. Or a secret agent.<br /><br />While I could crush a fastball, curves and sliders made me weak in the knees. And my physics grades convinced me that NASA wasn't in my future.<br /><br />Ended up in law school. Ran campaigns (presidential). A state-level cabinet post. Assistant attorney general. Yada, yada yada.<br /><br />Still wish I could hit a curve.Peregrine Whitehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/02164663724328368748noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37309174.post-74657214868314774822009-07-19T16:08:39.553-07:002009-07-19T16:08:39.553-07:00I was born in Texas in 1974, so I and almost every...I was born in Texas in 1974, so I and almost every other little girl during that era wanted to be a Dallas Cowboys Cheerleader. Or Pamela Barnes Ewing. But not that mess Sue Ellen!City Councilman Doughttps://www.blogger.com/profile/01285044723398270297noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37309174.post-90128872631781797242009-07-19T09:34:27.249-07:002009-07-19T09:34:27.249-07:00This comment has been removed by the author.sunnyside1213https://www.blogger.com/profile/11062785537118083276noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37309174.post-51645661584159319922009-07-19T09:34:24.564-07:002009-07-19T09:34:24.564-07:00This comment has been removed by the author.sunnyside1213https://www.blogger.com/profile/11062785537118083276noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37309174.post-7376464641831893852009-07-19T09:34:22.737-07:002009-07-19T09:34:22.737-07:00I wanted to be a nurse, but my Dad said the only d...I wanted to be a nurse, but my Dad said the only degree women should get from college was an MRS. I got married to a law student, changed my major to technical theater, and started having babies. Because you see, a lawyer's wife was never going to have to work. Imagine my surprise when the abusive alien left me for a much younger woman. I guess the sports car and the sail boat weren't enough to assuage the midlife crisis thing. So, even though I was 45, had never really worked in my life, and couldn't type, I had to support myself and my kids. I went to work in customer service for a hardware company after lying about knowing UNIX. Later I switched to software because I thought they must be similar. They decided to make me the trade show guru. My tech theater skills really came in handy - at last! I loved all the travel. Software crashed and I am lucky to have a crummy job. Still wish I was a nurse.sunnyside1213https://www.blogger.com/profile/11062785537118083276noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37309174.post-75547555185312992312009-07-19T09:10:47.863-07:002009-07-19T09:10:47.863-07:00I wanted to be a journalist. I'm an entrepren...I wanted to be a journalist. I'm an entrepreneur. Not even close to my dream, but I love every minute of it :)Anonymoushttps://www.blogger.com/profile/03415214498109999811noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37309174.post-84023366752731653592009-07-19T09:10:45.778-07:002009-07-19T09:10:45.778-07:00I wanted to be a journalist. I'm an entrepren...I wanted to be a journalist. I'm an entrepreneur. Not even close to my dream, but I love every minute of it :)Anonymoushttps://www.blogger.com/profile/03415214498109999811noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37309174.post-72997095155427867572009-07-18T10:30:03.005-07:002009-07-18T10:30:03.005-07:00on a side note: I am really glad I was born when I...on a side note: I am really glad I was born when I was and didn't have to go through what many have you did; the false feminism of the 70's. My mom told me I could be whatever I wanted to be and I should never rely on a man for anything. Thanks ma.Sue Ellen Mishkeyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/05173194761001703210noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37309174.post-39778222217708947652009-07-18T10:27:01.257-07:002009-07-18T10:27:01.257-07:00When I was little I wanted to be a forensic pathol...When I was little I wanted to be a forensic pathologist, but realised, in h.s, that I don't have the math skills that are required for such a job. Now I am considering law school, but I don't know about that either.Sue Ellen Mishkeyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/05173194761001703210noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37309174.post-24696077360105258802009-07-18T07:53:36.770-07:002009-07-18T07:53:36.770-07:00@mygeorgie - hard to believe a parent would do som...@mygeorgie - hard to believe a parent would do something like that. What an opportunity!<br /><br />@Whinemaker - I hear you about the mindblowingly boring job, especially at this age (I'm 46). Recently, I've been in charge of updating schedules and doing formatting, but now I'm starting to train as a data coordinator - have to read protocols and figure out which data is needed. I don't know what I'm going to do because even though I'm good at format, I still managed to fall asleep at my desk sitting upright (and we don't have cubicle walls). Not sure how I'm going to handle this data thing, but I don't have a choice. So, I focus on the paycheque (such as it is) and get through the day so I can get home. My husband doesn't care what I do, as long as I stay employed. He's had problems finding the right place for him since his long-time employer shut down. I don't get on his case because I want him to be happy and find something he enjoys.<br /><br />Funny how back then the big thing for girls was to find a man to take care of them, eh? So much for feminism in the 70s.shakeyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/00442124484188432165noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37309174.post-70168288940407177952009-07-18T06:32:39.745-07:002009-07-18T06:32:39.745-07:00Whinemaker....you are def in my head.
ow!Whinemaker....you are def in my head.<br />ow!GoddessNowhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/12765307311560060280noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37309174.post-16274842190339310322009-07-18T04:57:12.714-07:002009-07-18T04:57:12.714-07:00This is an awesome post. I love to see no matter ...This is an awesome post. I love to see no matter how different we all are, for the most part we've all shared the same hopes, dreams, and disappointments. <br /><br />Especially loved redronnie's post, and gayla's. <br /><br />I came from an era where my parents never encouraged/planned/saved for me to go to college. It just wasn't a priority. They'd married young, and never had higher expectations. Back then (I was a child in the 60's) I dreamed about becoming a *stewardess* (flight attendant for you youngsters!) <br /><br />Then, as a kid in high school I found my niche in art. I exhibited and won awards for my paintings, and was well on my way to "something. But my parents would stress "You'll never get anywhere being an artist, it won't pay the bills. Find a job, and do it for a hobby." It never occurred to me that I could be an art teacher, or graphic artist, or even move to Yosemite or Carmel and JUST PAINT for a living! <br /><br />So, I was encouraged/directed by my parents to take typing classes. Typing would be my Savior. My parents felt typing would be my ticket to financial freedom. So typing it was, throughout high school, and then they made me go to summer school and type. I rue the day ... It was expected that I would get a nice little office job, and then meet a man, who would take care of me *smirk* <br /><br />After a series of very, very uninspiring typing jobs, I went back to school as an adult, and achieved a dream that a few of you have posted on here ... I earned my degree in Winemaking (enology). <br /><br />I've been a winemaker, and a sommelier for the past several years. Sadly, this industry is an incredibly tough, unforgiving business run by huge egos - not unlike the entertainment industry in that aspect - and one must possess copious amounts of testosterone to remain relevant and competitive. Believe me, it is not the idyllic lifestyle one sees romanced on television and in movies. And this comes from one who has lived in a cottage on a vineyard in Sonoma, to sitting with industry movers and shakers while judging wine internationally, to traveling the wineries and vineyards of Europe on behalf of the noble grape. Two years ago, I lost my most recent job, and decided that enough was enough. <br /><br />So here I sit, falling back on good ol' typing, because it's the only thing I know. I'm a medical transcriptionist by night. And everything tells me that I need to be so grateful to have this job in this economy. And I am grateful ... with so many out of work and losing everything, I make very, very good money.<br /><br />Yet still, I sit here consumed with such anger, because I hate this job with every fiber of my being. It is a mind blowingly boring job that sucks the life out of me on a daily basis. Oh, and that man who was going to "take care" of me? He comes from the same Old School that my parents went to, the one that says a wife at a nice little desk job is a very wonderful thing. <br /><br />And the saddest thing of all is that I no longer have a dream. I wouldn't even know where to begin with a dream. I have no idea what to do with my life at 48 years of age. Alas, I am rudderless; with direction and no dream. But probably a serious need for some Paxil! LoL<br /><br />Thanks for this mind tickler, Enty ... Excellent post, everyone!Whinemakerhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/03132791783754189622noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37309174.post-35150967419802012922009-07-18T00:43:43.420-07:002009-07-18T00:43:43.420-07:00My current ambition is to win the lotto, hence the...My current ambition is to win the lotto, hence the nic. <br /><br />As a child I wanted to be a writer. When I was 11, I wanted to be a missionary. When I was 12, I wanted to be a rock star. At 13, I wanted to be an architect. Following some series of testing, a high school counselor informed me I could never be an engineer or architect; he also told me I had no manual dexterity and could never be an artist or musician. <br /><br />In the last decade or so, I've wanted to be an archeologist, or a CSI - but only if they do the cool stuff they do on tv. Sciences weren't my strong suit in school, but I think things change as we get older. <br /><br />I guess now I want to win the lotto so as to have enough money to spend the rest of my life as a full-time student.whole lotto luvhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/03121065450878216299noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37309174.post-63560262779894691622009-07-18T00:10:51.629-07:002009-07-18T00:10:51.629-07:00Was convinced, as a child, I was going to be a doc...Was convinced, as a child, I was going to be a doctor.<br /><br />Ended up being a personal assistant for someone in the biz.<br /><br />Love my job, but not sure how I digressed along that path. Maybe it was the whole "I hate math" thing... 360, much? Wow.Unknownhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/02251762566001216413noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37309174.post-83275848767196111632009-07-18T00:09:57.717-07:002009-07-18T00:09:57.717-07:00This comment has been removed by the author.Unknownhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/02251762566001216413noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37309174.post-57832085611245916022009-07-17T21:34:27.682-07:002009-07-17T21:34:27.682-07:00At some point, I wanted to own my own cafe. I had ...At some point, I wanted to own my own cafe. I had fun coming up with menus and imagining the decor, but that was about it.<br /><br />The longest phase I went through was wanting to be a fiction writer. When I was pretty young, I'd write terrible short stories. In high school, I'd try to write poems and teen novels. I took creative writing courses in high school and college. I pounded out a few decent short stories in college. But I had to be honest with myself: I wasn't a great writer, and I didn't feel like I really had a good novel-type story to tell.<br /><br />My life in journalism started on my high school paper and continued through college, despite me thinking that journalism really wasn't for me. At that point, I was planning to be an English teacher. But the education program sucked, and I seemed to be good at publication work. <br /><br />It wasn't the plan, but it was the most natural fit -- it just comes naturally. So I work for a magazine now. One bonus of my job: I get to do fun little interviews with nice celebrities every now and then. :)trashtalkerhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/15964119844867628107noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37309174.post-55781627100616795852009-07-17T20:51:33.047-07:002009-07-17T20:51:33.047-07:00I wanted to be a historian, but my social worker t...I wanted to be a historian, but my social worker told me not to aim too high, she wanted me to enroll in hair dressing school. I became pregnant at 16 and shattered her dreams of my attending hairdressing school. The social worker strongly recommended I place the baby for adoption. Instead I became a young, single parent. A few years later I went to university and became a journalist, when I was hired by a national radio network, I called her and she said she knew that I would be somebody one day. My daughter graduated from university, married a wonderful man and has given me two beautiful granddaughters. My eldest granddaughter wants to be a singer, I am paying for singing lessons. Last year she wanted to be an actress, I paid for acting classes. As long as she dreams, her grandmother will be there cheering her along..redronniehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/13567067554280056822noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37309174.post-51088645795719568282009-07-17T20:24:25.730-07:002009-07-17T20:24:25.730-07:00OMG Caroline - I worked at Cedar Point one summer ...OMG Caroline - I worked at Cedar Point one summer too! I was a "Spiralette" - a ride hostess on the Space Spiral in the summer of 1978! It was one of the best summer jobs I have EVER had, and I made some wonderful, lifelong friends! When did you work there, and what did you do?Babshttps://www.blogger.com/profile/13868505144649031765noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37309174.post-36849439445039108952009-07-17T19:31:44.090-07:002009-07-17T19:31:44.090-07:00@ Shakey: I grew up in Ontario during the archaic ...@ Shakey: I grew up in Ontario during the archaic "Grade 13" thing too. Waste of a year. Like chaining a child that's ready to walk to a couch. Glad they are done with it.<br /><br />I will never forgive my mother for not allowing me to fulfill an award to go to Italy as an art exchange student for the entire grade 12 year. I was picked out of all the kids in Ontario that year, and my art teacher secretly submitted my name & work. I didn't even know about it. I realized later that my mom was simply jealous. <br /><br />I coulda bin a contenda!mygeorgiehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/12343273609909455083noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37309174.post-29271263921130114472009-07-17T18:49:08.907-07:002009-07-17T18:49:08.907-07:00Congrats to those following their dreams! Not many...Congrats to those following their dreams! Not many people do.<br /><br />When I was young, I was going to be an Author. Not a novelist. An Author. Never happened. Sad to say I didn't really keep up with my writing skills.<br /><br />I also thought that I was meant for greater things. Thought for sure I was going to be famous (in a good way) someday. I did get to act (in theatre arts in high school and a play in university - got good reviews), but that was it.<br /><br />Wanted to graduate university in French translation, but I quite part way through 2nd year. My biggest regret in life, but I understand my reasons at the time.<br /><br />I understand what Gayla means about parents fucking us over. I grew up in Ontario when there was a Grade 13 (for university stream). My mother wanted me to end with Grade 12 (for community college stream and those who would work right away), and work in a bank because I was terrible at math and she thought this would help me. My friend had to convince her otherwise.<br /><br />Found out in my 30s that my Dad (who worked for the CBC) tried to get my brother a job as a cameraman, but he didn't want to do it. I freaked a little and asked "what about me?" His response was the usual, "but you're a girl, I didn't think you'd be interested."<br /><br />I've had good jobs (graphic design), I've had bad jobs (office secretary, anyone?), but whatever I have going on right now, I'm glad I have the husband that I do, and the son that I do. They make the bad days at the job bearable.shakeyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/00442124484188432165noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37309174.post-54206197074593160782009-07-17T18:01:53.597-07:002009-07-17T18:01:53.597-07:00at various times I wanted to be an actress, an Eng...at various times I wanted to be an actress, an English professor and professional rodeo rider. But through it all, ever since fifth grade, I wanted to be a writer.<br /><br />My first book was published last month. Now, of course, I kick myself for waiting until I was 44 to start writing seriously, AND just as the economy imploded. But better late than never and all that.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37309174.post-87074059655485100382009-07-17T17:36:23.761-07:002009-07-17T17:36:23.761-07:00Count one more in for the archeology bus detouring...Count one more in for the archeology bus detouring to office management. I always wanted to discover ancient mosaics and now when a new discovery is shown on the news, I can't help but think, I could've been there. I'm leaning towards going to university in 2 to 3 years to get a degree in something.<br /><br />I'm really shocked and have the sads at the lack of support from some of your parents. :-(<br /><br />Bravo to those of you who gave a big F.U. to them and did what you wanted anyway!Sinjinhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/00820374390842771787noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37309174.post-38334195767847073342009-07-17T17:09:28.484-07:002009-07-17T17:09:28.484-07:001. Vampire - That one didn't work out so well....1. Vampire - That one didn't work out so well. By the time goth was all the rage, I was over it<br /><br />2. Chinese Acrobat - I'm not Chinese, so that hope was dashed in a hurry.<br /><br />3. Miss Manners - The position was taken, but in my own special way I dole out lessons to rude people as needed, XDLisa (not original)https://www.blogger.com/profile/14456760066365245345noreply@blogger.com