True facts, when I was little I wanted to run away and work with a traveling circus as a trapeze artist and acrobat. I was terrible at gymnastics, so idk why I thought I would be good at it, but it always looked like fun.

I ended up spending four years working at the renaissance fair with a boss who did travel across the country from fair to fair. And a lot of people I met there were jugglers and acrobats and glass blowers and pirates. So I guess it kind of fulfilled my dreams.

Honestly, that was the best job I ever had. Ever. Baby sitting didn’t compare. Being a life guard didn’t compare. Working in the psychiatric hospital didn’t compare. Working in an alcoholism lab didn’t compare. Working on siblings with cancer studies didn’t compare. Working on mothers of pediatric cancer patients studies didn’t compare. My current job comes no where near to that one.

Why did I decide to be a doctor, when clearly I could have just worked there forever? Oh right, because I was 14 and it was only open on weekends and I only made $8 an hour. Not exactly something I could make a living off of. I mean, my boss lived out of her van for Pete’s sake.

Everyone was so happy though. Everyone. They were also usually drunk though too, so ya know… It was great because no one was ever unhappy. Even if they didn’t make a dime that day, no one cared because they all loved their jobs. Well… Everyone except the evil lady across the street who sold baby dragons (lizards). She was always grumpy. Oh well. Can’t please everyone.