It’s layoff season in my corner of the world, and while things are good where I work, the phone rings at least once a day with someone wanting to gossip/groan/quail about impending doom. A lot of us talk, semi-seriously, about what we’d do as a Plan B if this business doesn’t work out.
Yesterday a friend and I agreed we could happily quit our jobs for the Outdoor Lab, 210-acres of undeveloped wilderness in Virginia that was the site of blissful field trips and summer camps for most of my childhood. Wildlife! Cook-outs! Fields and streams! There’s a caretaker’s house on the property, and we’d spend all day appreciating nature and gazing at the stars at night.
Of course, I’d only take that job once I’d finished my other Plan B: a sabbatical as George Clooney’s girlfriend. See, we all know George isn’t the monogamous type. This is fine with me, because while I find him utterly dreamy, there’s no way I’d want a serious relationship with a Hollywood superstar. Also, I have no intention of ever giving up my day job. So I’d like a six-month unpaid internship Chez George. I’d soak up some California sunshine, go to Cannes, hang out at his gorgeous villa on Lake Como, have witty conversation, and make sweet, sweet love. And then at the end of six months, I’d kiss George goodbye and go back to work.
What’s your dream job? If you could ditch the one you have, or roll out of school and into the ideal situation, what would you most like to do?