So, I find myself with a lot of time to examine the direction of both my life and my career these days. My life is a subject I haven’t the space, time, nor inclination to puzzle through here…but my career? Well, as it turns out, there just might be some possibilities out there….
….I could teach orgasmic meditation…or I could work for the New York Post and write about the things I might be willing to do to my Significant Other in the name of…um, journalism.
….I could become a marketing rep for a foamed polystrene manufacturer. Thank you for smoking….
….The burgeoning child labor field is turning into a growth industry under Republican rule. Companies are going to need recruiters, right? After all, how else will Republican governors be able to balance their state’s budgets??
….I’m pretty good at inventing things out of whole cloth…so I could work for Fox Noise Channel as a reporter. When you don’t have to worry about the truth, journalism is easy….
….I could sell fish pedicures. Yes, I mean using fish to do pedicures. Watch the video….
….I could become the manager of an insane personality cult…without having to go to Libya.
….I could become a PR flack for Muammar Gadhafi. Then again, there might not be much of a future in it…and Libya isn’t exactly your basic Chamber of Commerce destination these days.
….There appears to be an opening in New Orleans for a pastor willing to stand on a street corner and shout through a bullhorn about the evils of mastur…oops, looks like I waited too long to apply.
….I could move to Honduras and get work enforce their new anti-smoking law. I’d be good at that, eh?
….Last, and most certainly least, Scott Walker appears to be in serious need of some PR love. I’m not sure I’d be the man for the job, but I here Wisconsin’s beautiful this time of year, eh?
