Unfit for normal jobs

I had a nightmare last night. My wife and I were working in a big glass and steel corporate building. My wife wore a lab coat and was locked alone in a room without food or water for her entire shift. That's actually not too far off from her old job. She used to work as a medical lab technician and worked a lot of night shifts, alone. It was a small rural hospital and on busy nights she didn't have time to eat or drink.

In this nightmare I was working in a big open basement. There were people at their desks. The weird thing was that the whole room was flooded with about 8 inches of water. Everyone was ignoring the fact that their feet were wet and the office flooded. I cleared the drain to let the water out. For that I got a reprimand, as it wasn't my job to clear drains.

I got my wife and we escaped the corporate parking lot by driving a cobbled together car through a hole in the fence. Security couldn't catch us.

That's my nightmare, working in a office for a corporation. It's my waking nightmare too. I'd really rather work on a garbage truck. It's a better job that shows positive results at the end of the day.

I had the good fortune to have made my living as a firefighter. What's not to like? Drive fast, make noise, break windows, and protect lives and property. Friends of mine work in EMS. They ain't normal either. They'd rather scrap brains off their boots at the end of the day than sit in a cubicle.

I just found out that my old martial arts instructor will be teaching again. Years ago he closed his old dojo during a local economic downturn. Sensi went back to school and got a degree. Then he cut his hair put on a shirt and tie and went to work for the local school system. I don't think he was very happy there. There was some hint he was contemplating a change. Once again his hair grew long enough to tie in a ponytail. He even grew a short beard. Can't wait to start martial arts classes again. Should be fun.

The High School guidance consulars never told any of us about the cool jobs. Once I met a guy who's job was to dress up like Captain Morgan and promote Captain Morgan Rum. He was surrounded by a the Morganettes, a bunch of sexily dressed pirate ladies. When looking for future careers, why didn't I know this was even a thing?

What's the difference between a rat in a maze and a man in a cubicle? The rat has some hope of finding a way out.

-Sixbears