Dream Job

I was talking with a friend the other day. He's currently in the midst of a job change. Same field, different location. Okay, if you must know (and I know you must) he's going from a crap job as a restaurant manager to the manager of another restaurant, hopefully not *crap*. He made the comment that even if the conditions changed at his current establishment, he wouldn't really want to stay there because he no longer feels inspiration doing what he's doing.

"I know, I feel the same way about where I am." (I took a job straight out of college simply so I could pay my bills. Back then I didn't think I would still be there after all this time; it's one of those "comfort" things, I guess. But the job I took was waaaaay out of character for me. Yes, it's a job I'm good at, but I'm the only female on staff with a 27 men. Dirty, sweaty, redneck men... some of them missing teeth. Not what the English Major quite had in mind when she was writing that paper on Shelley, no? But what else did I expect with an *English* degree? I digress...)

"Well, what do you want to do?" from the guy who eventually wants to own his own B&B with his wife and children as permanent residents. I know his wife... Don't think she'll suffer messy patrons kindly nor silently.

"You mean what would I do tomorrow morning if I lived in a parallel universe where that sort of wish was granted *poof* and it was guaranteed success?" I thought for a bit... "I'd be a baker, retail, with catering on the side. You know, breads, pastries, cakes..."

"Cool."

I went away from our conversation, really contemplating what a true *change* would look like on the blip screen of my life. For those of you who don't know me, my life has been marked by some rather drastic turnarounds. Not the least of which was changing it entirely, leaving behind almost everything and everyone I knew in pursuit of God, health and sanity. (Oh yeah, and losing 100 pounds.)

But I've been pretty comfy for the last several years. I mean one can only take so many 180's without losing her bearings, yes? And up until this March I'd been too busy trying like the dickens to catch me a man -- we all know how time consuming *that* bit of trivia can be -- that I had little time for other major obsessions. Plus, a single girl making peanuts cannot be expected to up and run an independent business *snap* just like that.

So, with man on my arm and the prospect of more security, I'm thinking about this. I even came up with a name. I googled it and it's not been taken, as far as I know... Hmmm... MF looooves my bread. I've been told my cakes are the best in the world. I absolutley adore creating pies, pastries, trifles, charlottes, buckles, bettys, and cobblers... Why not?

We do plan on having children... so there's a major wrinkle. True, the entrepreneur Mom thing has been done, but I don't know that I'm that kind of girl. I want my kids to be *my kids*. Not cute little distractions created for my amusement to be peddled from one nanny to the next. (Knowing MF's DNA, they'll be cute and EVIL anyway.) So I'm still mulling it over.

If I could fit it in between the children's book, the pottery class I never took, and joining the Ice Capades, I think it would be worth it.