Ah life! It will take you places. As I type, I'm coming to terms with the words that soon will be here for cyber eternity: As of today I am a Security Guard.
And what, you may ask yourself is a woman who graduated from one of the most prestigious Universities in Puerto Rico with -of all things- a B.A. in Literature, doing working this type of trade?
Simple, when things get tough, the tough will fall under Florida Statute 493.
There are lots of reasons, the most obvious my good for nothing B.A. does not qualify me to be a teacher and honestly, I've never been the greatest of communicators. It has always been my cross to bear that subjects that I love with a passion are solely mine to explore and contend with. Last time I tried to teach, my contract was sorta not renewed on the basis that I told off most of my conceited Junior High School students and refused to bestow Literature Medal on the non worthy. That is me, can't help it.
The choice was not difficult. It is guaranteed good money (Florida pays decent salaries for Security) the benefits are superior, which is good for any single person living with an autoimmune disease. Besides it will give me plenty of time to catch up with the Medical Management Training I've postponed for way too long.
The way I see it, there is always a Romantic side to it all. The frustrated poet in me cannot help but paint a picture of terrible times in which the weakest of peoples will lack the moral stamina to uphold the law. It will be my job to make sure they don't cross the line using my really neat citizen power of arrest in the event of a Felony.
There is not a stint of irony in my words I swear. I will raise to the occasion and comply with my duties as to excel, not only buying time, but making a mark. If the Fates decided that I will be a Security Officer, even if for a brief amount of time, I'll be the best damn one there is.
The quote:
"Life is what happens to you while you're busy making other plans." -John Lennon
3 comments:
There are lessons to be learned in each and every job we take. Every time I do one of these spastic changes I take heart in the author biography of a certain 25 year old called Poppy Z. Brite which appeared for the first time in Lost Souls:
"Worked as candy maker, short-order cook, mouse caretaker, artists' model, and exotic dancer".
I better start with the Great American novel before is my time to work as an exotic dancer b/c that IS the day I will die of starvation, my mad skillz don't go that deep :p
Oh, EVERY woman has an exotic dancer inside! Or at least belly dancer... :P I'm pondering if I should go ahead and get in deep trying to go for a PHD in something here, maybe at Rutgers? That's just a maybe... But if the stay will be of 2-3 years, I'll need something to do when I finish the useless webdesign diploma... Oh, its so sad that we have to give in to the having "useless"little papers that actually tell the world we have knowledge and passion for something... But anything/everything has a puspose. I never imagined those 9 yrs at Rehabilitacion Vocacional were in fact the ones who prepared me to deal with the little Deeva... Life is a weird advaenture. Nothing learned go to waste.
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