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As you probably know from the outrage cloud that has
engulfed the internet so far this week, something shocking happened on “Game of
Thrones” on Sunday. In the interest of not spoiling it for those who haven’t
seen it, let’s just say one character killed off another character one who was
very, VERY important to that first character. That first character did this in
the hopes of one day getting his/her dream job. Now, whether or not this incident will actually allow that first character to get his or her dream job
is kind of up in the air, but the potential is there and that was enough for
him or her to do that thing.
That character’s predicament got me thinking, what would I do for my dream job?
Would I kill off someone very important to me? Unlikely. I’m too much of a wimp.
I can’t even listen to the “It Follows” soundtrack with headphones on without getting all
squirrely. The idea of somehow actually offing somebody with my own two mitts …
yeah, I just don’t see it happening.
But
what would I do then? I don’t know. I’m not even 100% sure what my
dream job is anymore. How can I figure out what lines I’d cross to get it if I don’t
even know what it is?
What I can
do is talk about what I did to try to get my last dream job.
It was the summer of 2010. Humanity
was in the midst of a FIFA World Cup-driven high and wouldn’t come down until
some blonde guy Wiki-leaked government docs all over the place. “Toy
Story 3” and “Inception” were ruling at the box office and yours truly had just
graduated from college. My hunt for full-time employment hadn’t turned up any
leads and even though it was still in its early stages, years of joking with my
friends about my bleak post-graduation prospects had left me pessimistic.
And then I saw it. A posting on my
favorite horror movie news site advertising an open morning news writer
position. The job paid next to nothing, had no benefits, no defined work space
and the hours it called for would leave it next to impossible for me to do it
and also find a real job. What it did have was me potentially writing about
horror movies. That was perfect. I was sold. I applied.
