Over lunch a group of us in the office were discussing the sorts of jobs we’d love to have. Not the pipe-dream jobs like Nicole Kidman’s masseusse or whatever, but the sorts of career changes we’d make if we had the money and/or intestinal fortitude. Most of my co-workers wanted to be florists, veteranarians, chefs, and things like that. When the conversation turned to me everyone was stunned and one or two of my colleagues took advantage of the shocked silence to question my sanity.
You see, I want to be a car dealer. I’m serious.
Don’t get me wrong, I like the job I have now and I have no plans to change careers. But if I won the lotto tomorrow, I’d take the money and buy a small Ford or Chevrolet or Chrysler or Buick dealership in a small town or medium-sized city. It would be heaven for me, I know it-I’ve been a motorhead since I was a kid and the idea of having a dealership that was all mine is sort of like an alcoholic’s dreaming of owning a bar. Since it won’t happen any time soon, I guess I’ll just have to grin and bear it though.
[sub][sup]But I’m still playing the lotto every week.[/sub][/sup]
So, how about it? Do any of you have career dreams that cause other folks to question your mental health?
Just curious,
Zappo