It is not being a dietitian, though I do love it.
It is not being a mother, because we're talking about what brings home the bacon for this post.
It is not even being the next Oprah Winfrey, though that is a close second.
I want to be a secretary.
Laugh if you must. I think it probably stems from the hours I spent at the fake typewriter writing pretend memos during free time in first grade.
I want to type letters, schedule meetings and appointments, and have no stress about making a decision that ruins someone's future. I just want to follow orders mindlessly.
I did, in fact, confess this to my husband the other day. "I don't get it," he said, "you hate doing those things for me." It must be like cleaning another persons house--it is always is less drudgery when it's not your business to take care of.
What's your dream job?