I used to be fancy. I worked in a fancy downtown office for a hip start-up and I was at the top of my 6-year career. I made good money and I even made national television.
In December of 2007, I left it all behind. I quit everything for one year and went on a ‘spiritual journey’.
And now, 15 months later I am living a state away. I am working for 1/3rd of my previous salary. And starting in a few days, my job will mainly consist of picking up dead animals. I will be scraping up all of the roadkill for the county and transporting dead animals from the vet office to our shelter incinerator.
When I was told about my new position with the county, the position we all jokingly refer to as ‘picking up deads’, I was so *happy* that I cried. I’m happy because this is the entry position into my dream job of being an Animal Cop. I believe I was so ecstatic, that between tears I muttered: OMG, I would do this for free!.
Anyway, I feel like my new off-beat job will inspire me to blog. Probably about stuff like: what happens when a girl with no muscles tries to pick up a deer that has been baking on the cement for 4 days…
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