The Many Possibilities

Today I went to Lowe's and bought thirty peices of lumber (2x8x10, in case anyone was wondering) and while I was there I started thinking about the many forms a person's life could take, should they so chose. As I wandered through the lumber yard, I thought "Maybe someday I will refurbish homes and then I will come here all the time." Then, as the guy loading my lumber asked if the stuff floating around in the back of the truck was hay (it was), my life possibility changed into a woman who builds her own house and barn and has lots of horses. She refurbishes houses and horses.

I have speculated about being everything from a lawyer, to a writer (columnist, ideally), to a real estate agent, to a Nordstrom' employee, to a horse trainer. Maybe I want to live the kind of life that can include all of things at some time or another. Who knows? Not me.

I like asking questions of all you bloggers out there, so, here it goes. What alternate existences do you picture yourself in? Is your life detirmined (at least in your mind) already, or are the possibilities infininte? Talk to me...

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My Secret Work Life

I have a pretty boring job. It is a nice job, and the people at my office are fun, but a job it is non-the-less, and as such it is pretty boring. So, I have developed a secret work life. I steal things from the salesmen.

This is not as sneaky or illegal as it sounds, but it does spice up my job a little. You see, my job consists of a series of tasks and duties that, while they make the company run smoothly, mean very little in the long run. So I have inserted myself in a power struggle with the salesmen of the company. The salesmen float in and out of the office as they please, bringing in important people, and usually leaving with some product literature that I have carefully organized on the shelves. It is one of my long-standing duties to keep our shelves well stocked with product literature. The salesmen have tried for years to thwart me in this task by taking the last catalog and brochure and then complaining about the fact that there are no more to all the other salesmen.

But now I am fighting back.

A salesman's weakness is always his desire to talk. They will stand around for hours talking, and this is when I strike. After they have collected all the literature they desire, they inevitabley find someone to talk to, or make a phone call before they leave. As they are talking I sneak over to their pile of literature and take small sections of each stack of catalogs. Then I hide them under my desk until they leave. Then, as they are getting in their car and planning their latest scathing email about how all the literature is missing, I put the brochures back on the shelf and cut them down before they have a chance. It makes me feel more like a spy then an office manager, which of course is a significant promotion.

Do any of you have secret work lives that you care to confess?

An Idea for Educational Reform

Summer is better than the school year. Do you know why? Because in the summer one is free to do what one wants. This freedom is vastly underestimated by the powers that be in the educational world. Compulsory education should stop after 10th grade, and I don't just mean forced attendance. Everyone should attend the rest of high school and most should go to college, but they should get to do what they love. If class is standing in your way, then kick it out of the way and learn something better. The Torrey Honors Institute at Biola is supposed to be this way, and they have come the closest to free learning that I have seen, but I predict that as the program grows, so will mandatory requirements (and the requirements can already be oppresive to the spirit).

Everyone should learn by a private tutor who understands life, love, emotions, and the things that are more important than books.

At least I should.

P.S. Also, everyone should study out of doors. Whoever invented classrooms was not thinking of the soul.