I think I am going to start tracking my career choices on my blog.
To catch you up...
Last week, I wanted to be a Radiological Tech. (K-Rad, Rad Tech... sounds good, right?)
Earlier this week, it was a web designer.
Today, I choose Personal Chef. I love to cook, but don't want to work in a restaurant. I can travel around and prepare meals in your home. Or my home, then I can transport... whichever.
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i dated a chick that was a chef on a big passenger catamaran out of a coastal city...got to travel, cook, meet, etc., and occasional offers to work multi-week carribean cruises. d3
Now that sounds pretty cool...if only I wouldn't ever have to cook chicken.
I went through a phase as a child when I wouldn't eat chicken.
But that was after I saw my grandmother walk out into the barnyard, grab a chicken in each hand and swing them above her head (thwaack) wringing both their necks.
That was dinner. Now THAT was gross.
Indeed Dott..Gross.
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