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America Rejoices, Aunt Becky Changes Intended Profession (etc)

October27

While normally, my sex column is fairly PG, with the occasional unable-to-be-scrubbed-away-no-matter-how-hard-you-try-image thrown in for laughs and spits (porn-n-eggs?), this week, I’m talking about the time I got busted. By my boyfriend’s mother.

And I’m warning you, it’s probably not, well, for the faint of heart, those who may be pregnant, those wanting to become pregnant, those with heart conditions, and please call your doctor for erections lasting longer than four hours.

Do not stare directly into the sun.

(it’s really not very graphic at all)(or is it?)

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After I had Ben at age 20, I was left looking around and figuring out what the hell to do with my life. Professionally, I mean. I won’t bother getting into how PERSONALLY having a baby really crimps your style, especially when your kid is the one that screams like a banshee whenever he’s, well, awake.

I’d finished half a degree with a dual major in Bio/Chem, and had some pretty lofty Follow In The Males Of My Family’s Trek To Med School ideas of what I would do. Lofty, perhaps, but also the only damn thing I could think to do with my life. Whomever decided that 17/18 year olds should be in charge of choosing a profession is a wicked genius of a person (and also the reason majors like Media Studies are invented).

There’s a stupid commercial out there and the tagline is something like “Having a baby changes EVERYTHING.” I call it stupid, because I’m pretty sure that’s the most annoyingly obvious statement I’ve heard in my life, for a seasoned parent or not. But in the case of my schooling, it was irritatingly spot on.

Even if I’d been able to get into med school, which is either highly or only slightly laughable, as a single mother, I was aware that something was going to have to give. And if I’d chosen school, my son would be without a real mother at home (although I could have gotten a life-sized cut out of my picture and insisted that it follow him around creepily watching him as he went about his day), until he was approximately 26 years old.

Figuring I’d take my chances on extra-massive therapy bills for him later on (mental note: deposit money into Future Therapy Account every time I tell The Internet about my kid), I buckled down and made my choice: Ben.

Which left me with another choice: what the shit was I supposed to do now? I had to finish A degree in SOMETHING, and preferably something I could, oh, I don’t know, get a salary upon graduation WITHOUT asking if they wanted fries with that.

And as I saw it, my future was a toss-up between teaching and nursing. Neither of which were anything I’d ever considered as actual career options before then, so I chose what I considered to be the lesser of two evils. For approximately 12 minutes.

Yes, my friends, it’s true: I considered becoming a teacher for about 12 minutes. I even went as far as to try and say “I’m going to be a TEACHER” out loud. It was when I couldn’t contain my laughter AFTER that statement that I reconsidered my initial thought. The thought of me as a teacher was as laughable as the thought of me as a nurse.

I have the highest regard for teachers, really, I do. They’re tasked with wrangling OUR CHILDREN (or at least the children we know) all day long, and trying to teach them as they bounce off the walls like monkeys.

I pictured myself standing there in front of The Youth Of America, trying in vain to get the kids to stop eating each others’ boogers, my cardigan (I’d have to wear a cardigan if I became a teacher, this I knew) stained and buttoned incorrectly, my eyes puffy from a long night of drinking to make the voices go away, and I knew I just couldn’t do it.

This weekend, the care of 7 of The Youth Of America in my incapable hands, was like a vision into The Future That Could Have Been, and I hated every moment of it. As soon as we got there, the incessant questioning began. It’s like the kids could sense who was least equipped to handle their weird questions and glommed onto it.

“Why aren’t you serving pizza?” (the party was at 2:30 PM)
“Why are the cupcakes green?”
“I thought there would be more kids here” (me too, sweetheart, me too)
“Can we go to Pizza Hut?”
“Is Ben’s baby (points at Alex) a girl?”
“Why isn’t he a girl?”
“What’s his name?”
“Why’d you choose that name?”
“Are you having another baby?”
“Is it going to look like Ben?”
“Can I have some more money?”
“Can I have some more money NOW?”
“Why is that called air hockey?”

This was pretty much all I heard for the last 30 minutes of the party (thank you moon bounce for making them be quiet for an hour and a half), and while 30 minutes sounds like no time whatsoever, I found myself wishing that I had thought to bring a telephone number list to call their parents to pick them up EARLY. See, I’m not so patient. Or teacherly.

So, to all of the teachers out there, Aunt Becky salutes you. I consider you to be among America’s Finest; standing in the trenches and educating Our Youth while I hide at home. Away from the questions I can’t answer.

What job would YOU be unable to do, my Internet peeps?

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148 Comments to

“America Rejoices, Aunt Becky Changes Intended Profession (etc)”

On October 27th, 2009 at 9:08 am Tara Says:
I too was “going to be a teacher”. Even have the degree to show for it. It isn’t for me. My sister is a teacher (I suspect teaching also isn’t for her…) so I too respect teachers and all they put up with. HOWEVER, several people I graduated high school with (who barely scraped by – and it wasn’t for lack of trying) are teachers. Scares the bejesus out of me. This person who doesn’t understand the difference between “your” and “you’re” is going to be teaching my child?! ACK! Okay. That’s way off subject… Sorry.
On October 27th, 2009 at 4:46 pm Your Aunt Becky Says:
Oh, no, I understand ENTIRELY what you mean.
On October 27th, 2009 at 9:36 am Nancy Says:
Teaching. Or anything at all to do with other people’s children, as a matter of fact. I’m with you whole-heartedly.
On October 27th, 2009 at 4:49 pm Your Aunt Becky Says:
I worked in daycare for exactly 3 weeks. True story! I should blog that one sometime.
On October 27th, 2009 at 8:47 am Lady Of The House Says:
I could never be a fluffer. I feel like it’s a thankless job. You know always a bridesmaid…..
On October 27th, 2009 at 4:46 pm Your Aunt Becky Says:
Shit, baby, that’s my NIGHT job. How do you think I afford to “stay home with my kids?”
On October 27th, 2009 at 9:51 am TheOnlyGirl Says:
I could never work for the Government – the bureaucracy would kill me. Nor could I do Customer Service Rep – I couldn’t possibly be nice to all those idiots day after day. Nor could I do Garbage Woman – for obvious reasons.

“Fluffer” by Lady of the House – that was a good one!
On October 27th, 2009 at 4:51 pm Your Aunt Becky Says:
I am totally a fluffer on the side.
On October 27th, 2009 at 8:55 am amy d Says:
A Nun…for obvious reasons.
On October 27th, 2009 at 4:46 pm Your Aunt Becky Says:
I think I’d make a good nun, actually.
On October 27th, 2009 at 10:03 am swirl girl Says:
I could never be a supermodel, a doctor, or an indian chief. All of those professions require some genetic predisposition to things I don’t have. Like a six pack ab and great ass.
On October 27th, 2009 at 4:55 pm Your Aunt Becky Says:
I am a supermodel. Didn’t I tell you?
On October 27th, 2009 at 9:22 am Jenny Says:
I could never be a veterinarian. The idea of giving a dog a shot makes me queasy. Plus, anal glands. Enough said.
On October 27th, 2009 at 4:48 pm Your Aunt Becky Says:
Expressing anal glands is ridiculous. PLUS, did you know it’s harder to get into vet school than med school? Hand to God, I swear it’s true.
On October 27th, 2009 at 9:30 am Allie Bear Says:
I’m with you on the teacher thing, I can’t stand kids, I know that sounds awful but I really don’t like children other than my own and even then it’s not all the time. I have no patience and I also have a really bad habit of being incredibly sarcastic with small children that have no idea what sarcasm is, it’s not good.
On October 27th, 2009 at 4:48 pm Your Aunt Becky Says:
Other people’s kids make me twitchy.
On October 27th, 2009 at 9:31 am Melanie Says:
I could never be an accountant. I have tried to like numbers and they just do NOT like me back.
On October 27th, 2009 at 4:49 pm Your Aunt Becky Says:
Numbers make my eyeballs cross.
On October 27th, 2009 at 10:38 am Ms. Moon Says:
I would be unable to do pretty much any job. I think this is a proven fact.
On October 27th, 2009 at 5:02 pm Your Aunt Becky Says:
I am fairly un-employable now too.
On October 27th, 2009 at 9:38 am Brooke Says:
I, too, could not be a teacher, despite my mother, aunts, and sister all being teachers. Although, I also like the fluffer answer. My husband is a plumber – not sure I could handle that so well either. It’s a dirty job, but someone’s gotta do it. Thank God it isn’t me.
On October 27th, 2009 at 4:50 pm Your Aunt Becky Says:
I think I could like plumbing. Gross stuff doesn’t bother me. It would be the MEASURING that annoyed me.
On October 27th, 2009 at 9:46 am injaynesworld Says:
I could never be a waitress. I can’t remember shit. I could never balance all those dishes on my arm without Velcro. And, by and large, I don’t like people. I would totally spit in their food.
On October 27th, 2009 at 4:50 pm Your Aunt Becky Says:
I was a waitress for YEARS, if you can believe it, and trust me, I’m so clumsy that I broke a toe making a sandwich. NEVER dropped a tray, tho. Ever.
On October 27th, 2009 at 10:46 am Badass Geek Says:
So very many things.
On October 27th, 2009 at 5:02 pm Your Aunt Becky Says:
It’s a proven fact that I suck at life.
On October 27th, 2009 at 9:46 am kys Says:
Too many to list – teacher, proctologist, dentist, marriage counselor.
On October 27th, 2009 at 4:51 pm Your Aunt Becky Says:
Dentists have one of the highest rates of suicide. Weird fact, eh?
On October 27th, 2009 at 9:50 am Sara @ Life With the Two Says:
I could never be…let’s see…

A) a nail technician. I cannot stand feet. And having to touch them on purpose?! There is no way in hell.

2) a vet. My cousin is one, and as someone already said, anal glands. Could.Not.Pay.Enough.

I do however, plan on becoming a teacher because I’ve already lost my mind. Seems like a good choice!
On October 27th, 2009 at 4:51 pm Your Aunt Becky Says:
Nail technician. *shudders* Yeah, EW.
On October 27th, 2009 at 9:53 am Kensi Says:
I couldn’t be an elementary school teacher. I’m awkward and not very appealing to young kids, although I have three of my own, and love babies. I also couldn’t have any kind of desk job, because I can’t stay focused on anything for more than an hour or so. I need constant change during the workday. So, I’m a hairstylist instead. I love talking to my clients all day long, but hate talking to people outside of work…
On October 27th, 2009 at 4:52 pm Your Aunt Becky Says:
I bet that doing hair is interesting. I’d suck at it because I have no sense of style. But man, I’m envious of you. Wish I could do that stuff.
On October 27th, 2009 at 9:57 am joann Mannix Says:
I could never be a teacher, a nanny, a babysitter or anything at all to do with children not my own. I was surrounded by 6 little girls this weekend. My daughter, unfortunately, had a sleepover the night before I was having a cocktail party at my house. Just a few hours before my party, none of the parents had come yet to get their kid. Six little girls followed me around as I tried to get ready with their ENDLESS questions. I finally put up my hand and decreed not only would there be no more questions, there would be no more talking. You have to do that with little girls sometimes. You’ll see.

I don’t think I could manage being the fluffer either and speaking of….onto your other post.
On October 27th, 2009 at 4:55 pm Your Aunt Becky Says:
I think that you totally have to play the Quiet Game with little girls. You’re totally right. My house is always loud. My eldest has a soft-ish voice but the younger two are so loud that physically, it hurts. I guess they can be auctioneers when they grow up. Without megaphones.
On October 27th, 2009 at 10:57 am WiseGuy Says:
One word: Janitor.
On October 27th, 2009 at 5:04 pm Your Aunt Becky Says:
OH. Yeah. I would be pretty lousy at that. Unless I could snoop around. Then I would love it.
On October 27th, 2009 at 11:06 am ms.v Says:
i couldn’t do anything having to do with porta-potties. and, i’m an english teacher as well! great post!
On October 27th, 2009 at 5:06 pm Your Aunt Becky Says:
I think I could teach high school kids, but probably not English. Never really was very good at English in school. But yeah, those Honey Buckets (we have some of those around here, which, BWAHAHAHA!) are SICK!
On October 27th, 2009 at 11:07 am SciFi Dad Says:
I wouldn’t bring this up over there, but isn’t reading that post like reading kiddie porn?
On October 27th, 2009 at 5:43 pm Your Aunt Becky Says:
I think I was 18 and he was too.
On October 27th, 2009 at 10:22 am Sara Says:
I could never be a nurse. I considered it during my last semester of college (I always wanted to do something a bit more medical but HATED my intro biology classes so I stuck with plain chemistry) but after being in the hospital when I had my daughter, I saw first-hand what nurses have to do. 12 hour shifts, cleaning up the carnage after a birth, helping me pee when I couldn’t do it myself. It takes a special (very patient) person with a stronger constitution than I possess.
On October 27th, 2009 at 4:58 pm Your Aunt Becky Says:
Being a nurse is something that, like a teacher, takes a certain person. It’s a profession that has a calling and you cannot fake it. I am living proof. As are a lot of the people in my comments. Can’t fake it.
On October 27th, 2009 at 10:27 am leanne Says:
I thought about teaching once upon a time. Though at the university-level (one of my college profs inspired me). I even set off to get a PhD. I stopped after a master’s and thought “what the hell am I doing?” ‘Cause I certainly wasn’t having any fun anymore. And it seemed rather ridiculous to continue.

I could also not be a nurse. My mom was a nurse for many years and God bless her. But no way.

Nor could I do social work. Too heart-wrenching.
On October 27th, 2009 at 4:59 pm Your Aunt Becky Says:
I thought about social work for .05 seconds until I realized what a saturated under-appreciated field that was and figured that writing was where I should go. Because man, writing isn’t saturated and under-appreciated AT ALL ;).
On October 27th, 2009 at 10:27 am stacey@Havoc&Mayhem Says:
I would be unable to do anything that involves the responsibility for and care of people not in my immediate family.

I’d also suck at being a hair stylist or a sales person. Basically anything that forces me to interact with people for my salary. I worked in IT as a data analyst. Me & data get along great. Me & people, not so much.
On October 27th, 2009 at 5:01 pm Your Aunt Becky Says:
See, I loved being a waitress until I reached the age where I was all “I’M NOT YOUR BITCH.” Then I wasn’t very good at it any more. Not sure I could easily go back.
On October 27th, 2009 at 10:32 am Llyn Says:
Dental Hygienest. The thought of scraping plaque off people’s teeth all day makes me want to hurl.
On October 27th, 2009 at 10:33 am Llyn Says:
Hygienist, I mean.
On October 27th, 2009 at 5:01 pm Your Aunt Becky Says:
See, I don’t know if I could do that either. Sounds kinda gnarly. *shudders*
On October 27th, 2009 at 11:35 am amber Says:
I too could never be a teacher. Although I did consider it. Fairly seriously, actually. Until the advisor told me I was too smart to be a teacher (no, I’m not shitting you). Then I decided I wanted nothing to do with that program.

Also, could not be a nurse. There’s all that blood…It’s a damn good thing someone pays me to write. I’m not good at anything else.
On October 27th, 2009 at 5:46 pm Your Aunt Becky Says:
No one really pays me to do anything. I’m an unpaid kept woman. But hey, I’m cute!
On October 27th, 2009 at 11:01 am Kristine Says:
I can’t do anything memorizy – I have to be able to look up or figure out the answers at my job using like math and stuff. So doctor is out(especially those ER types that need to remember what kinds and how much meds to give for any given ailment) and I’d never last very long in a middle management position – I’m just not very micro managey.
On October 27th, 2009 at 5:05 pm Your Aunt Becky Says:
I would suck at micro managing.
On October 27th, 2009 at 11:03 am KC Says:
Media studies majors are also for people that go into media/advertising. You know, like me.
On October 27th, 2009 at 5:05 pm Your Aunt Becky Says:
Advertising is awesome. Especially if you can somehow get me awesome…uh…swag? Like VODKA and hookers.
On October 27th, 2009 at 11:14 am Brianna Says:
Anything retail, or involving lots of small children. (Incidentally, teaching falls into that category. Hmmm.) Because I barely have enough patience for my own little monsters and my man, I seriously doubt I’d keep from strangling anyone who wasn’t popped from my crotch or allowed regular access to said crotch. (Wait… does that mean I can’t strangle my gyno? Or my OB? No, I like my OB… nevermind.)

My Bestest Friend Evah works retail, and simply hearing her horror stories makes me want to show up with her one day just to beat the crap out of the idiots who come in. Not kidding. Fucking MORONS. How do so many people lose IQ points when going into a store? >.<;; Gah!
On October 27th, 2009 at 5:44 pm Your Aunt Becky Says:
I think people need to work retail or as servers at least once in their lives. I was a waitress. It was…interesting. I learned a lot about people. Some things that maybe I didn’t want to know.
On October 27th, 2009 at 7:18 pm Brianna Says:
I was a waitress (under-the-table sort) when my cousin was out for oral surgery and needed someone to cover for her. I was there ONE WEEK and I nearly killed people four separate times. I will die happy if I never have to live through that hell again. (Although I agree everyone should work service of some sort at least once, just for the experience. If for no other reason than to evaluate their level of tolerance for stupidity.)
On October 28th, 2009 at 11:27 am Your Aunt Becky Says:
Oh, being a waitress is something everyone should do for at least a week. Dealing with the public in some fashion should be mandatory for teenagers.
On October 27th, 2009 at 11:15 am Ginger Magnolia Says:
I couldn’t be a nurse. I’d probably be crying all the time over patients who couldn’t be saved.
On October 27th, 2009 at 5:44 pm Your Aunt Becky Says:
I cried plenty. And I’m not a crier.
On October 27th, 2009 at 11:21 am Christa Says:
Like you – I am not teacher material. My sister-in-law is a 3rd grade teacher. I went and helped her out at her classroom once. Only once. That was 7 years ago. The questions were too much for me.

“Do you live in the Ferngully?” (kid movie reference)
“Are you married?”
“Why can’t you get anyone to marry you?”
“I don’t like your shoes.”
“Why does this marker smell funny?”

And then there was the little boy who walked up to me, looked me right in the eyes, and screamed at the top of his lungs. Then he smiled, turned around, and calmly walked away. The shinning.
On October 27th, 2009 at 5:45 pm Your Aunt Becky Says:
That is like my worst nightmare ever.
On October 27th, 2009 at 12:27 pm Notesfromthegrove Says:
Once, when I was waiting to get my blood drawn, the elderly man sitting next to me peed his pants. It was the most god-awful stench I have EVER encountered and to this day, my stomach turns when I think about it.

Therefore, I could never work with old people. And when I get old, I’ll seriously consider killing myself. Srsly.
On October 27th, 2009 at 6:00 pm Your Aunt Becky Says:
Bwahahaha! Beautiful.
On October 27th, 2009 at 11:39 am a Says:
I was a Chemistry major, until I figured out that it would cost me another year of school to get that degree. So I switched to Biochemistry. Didn’t really matter anyway, because my intentions were to go to med school. So, I took the MCAT, got better scores than any idiot I knew (but I didn’t really hang around with any of the smart people) in school, looked around at said idiots and decided that there was NO WAY I was spending the rest of my life with those people. Which is kind of my life motto…I should not interact with the public in any way. It’s just a bad idea. So I couldn’t be a teacher, sell anything, appease customers, be nice to sick people, etc. Also, since I took calculus, basic addition and subtraction are completely beyond my capabilities (if there’s no variable or obscure symbol, I’m going to fuck it up. And I’ve forgotten almost all of calculus too. That’s handy.), so no math based careers for me (ie accounting, statistics). I was a receptionist as a summer job during college and even managed to mess that up (not through any fault of my own, unless you count telling the owner of the law firm that he was wrong my fault. But he was.) Also, I’m allergic to animals, so that cuts off another career avenue. I could file things – I’m really good at that – but it just doesn’t pay enough.

So, all in all, it’s good for me to be stuck in a lab, not seeing people too often.
On October 27th, 2009 at 5:46 pm Your Aunt Becky Says:
I would cut someone to work in a lab. Not like a POO analyzing lab, but a cool lab.
On October 27th, 2009 at 11:51 am Mary Sue Says:
Whomever decided that 17/18 year olds should be in charge of choosing a profession is a wicked genius of a person.

YES THIS EXACTLY THANK YOU.

I got the teaching degree because that’s what I was expected to do (and I hated being a receptionist and saw no other place where my BA in BS [Behavioral Science, a.k.a. Social Studies] would take me). And after I got the pretty little M.Ed.* and took a job as a receptionist to start paying bills, I realised that I’d last as a teacher for maybe a year.

Before I punched a parent in the face.

I love the kids (especially the weird ones). I love the teaching. I can handle the bureaucracy**– parents drive me up the ever-lovin’ wall. Oh, the hypothetical parent I punched in the face? Would have deserved it. I’ve got several candidates from my student teaching days, from the parents who willfully neglected their awesome, smart, and adorably sweet child to the other parent who, instead of paying for dental work, had them pull out seven of the child’s adult teeth that had cavities and then would not pay for dentures.

But here’s the thing about having a teaching degree– I am licensed by the state to mess with children’s minds. Mwahahahaa. The power!

—
*Which I can’t have on my badge at work as my credentials because morons would mistake me for a MEDical doctor instead of a Master of Education.
**witness my current gig in hospital admin.
On October 27th, 2009 at 5:47 pm Your Aunt Becky Says:
I would teach older kids but not small ones. They’re weird and twitchy and they scare me. They’re like weasels or ferrets or something.
On October 27th, 2009 at 11:55 am Clair Jordan Says:
Did you ever imagine seeing a button next to your blog that reads “Mommy wants Vodka is sponsored by AstroGlide”!!
On October 27th, 2009 at 5:48 pm Your Aunt Becky Says:
Frankly, I’m surprised I haven’t read that sentence before!
On October 27th, 2009 at 1:13 pm ambivalent academic Says:
I could not work in service or retail. Because I have a personality defect that makes it impossible for me to embrace the “customer is always right” principle. In fact, I can only every embrace this principle if the customer is me, because I am *always* the one in the right.

See? Personality defect.

Fortunately for me, academic science gives quite a lot of latitude to people who are always right.
On October 27th, 2009 at 6:48 pm Your Aunt Becky Says:
Scientists, ah, scientists. This is how I know I am a scientist.
On October 27th, 2009 at 1:24 pm Kristi Stevens Says:
Oh god… no, I could not teach. And I’ve hated everyone of my kids’ birthday parties for exactly the same reason you described. Year before last, at my son’s tenth birthday party, a huge screaming fight brought out over who was going to get to eat Mario’s head. (I dont’ know why no one wanted Luigi’s head. Anyone?) The next thing I know I’m screaming at the top of my lungs and my husband is trying to take the butcher knife I had been using to cut the cake from me. Something about frightening the children. On the way home, I told my kids, “That’s it. That is the last cake we ever have that has a character on it.” My daughter started to cry saying, “But, I wanted Bratz for my birthday cake.” Bratz? Oh, hell to the no on that.

Great post as always.
K
On October 27th, 2009 at 6:50 pm Your Aunt Becky Says:
Bwahahaha! Yeah, kids are assholes. Especially when they’re not yours.
On October 27th, 2009 at 12:24 pm Mommy on the Spot Says:
I was a junior high teacher before I became a stay-at-home mom. People ask me all the time if I’m going to go back, and I say, “HELL NO!” . . . in my head. Out loud I am much more wishy-washy about it because well, I don’t know.

Back to your question – I couldn’t be anyone in the medical field as much as I would love to be a nurse or a doctor. Two reasons: blood and math. I have a unhealthy fear of both. Having said that, I have nothing but respect for those in the medical field!
On October 27th, 2009 at 6:00 pm Your Aunt Becky Says:
I probably could handle Jr. High better than Elementary school kids, but man, staying at home sounds LOADS better.
On October 27th, 2009 at 1:26 pm Cat Says:
I couldn’t service port-o-lets. I’d do just about anything else to keep food on the table though.
On October 27th, 2009 at 6:50 pm Your Aunt Becky Says:
Amazing what you’d do to make a buck, isn’t it?
On October 27th, 2009 at 1:44 pm moonspun Says:
So with you on the teacher thing….and I just came from lil moonspun’s conference, and she is doing fine and I love her teacher, not just because my daughter is doing fine, but I couldn’t be in that classroom for more than an hour without screaming.
And I am sure that tomorrow afternoon during the Halloween party I am letting lil moonspun have I’ll want to scream at some point, even if there are only four of them!
On October 27th, 2009 at 6:52 pm Your Aunt Becky Says:
That’s why there’s vodka, right?
On October 27th, 2009 at 12:45 pm Zakary Says:
I agree with Notes From The Grove. And I could never do anything blood related. I have to keep my eyes shut and think of unicorns covered in glitter and twenty dollar bills when I get my blood drawn.

And I could never be a teacher without being an alcoholic. Just reading to my own kids and them interrupting me every three seconds makes me do a shot of bourbon.
On October 27th, 2009 at 6:46 pm Your Aunt Becky Says:
Staying at home with my kids gives me a whole new appreciation for alcoholics. And THAT is saying a lot.
On October 27th, 2009 at 12:48 pm Krissa Says:
File clerk. You gota know the WHOLE alphabet for that. IN ORDER. 😉
On October 27th, 2009 at 6:47 pm Your Aunt Becky Says:
Well shit, we both know I can’t do that.
On October 27th, 2009 at 1:50 pm Clair Says:
I could never be a coroner, work in a mortician, an EMT(sorry Mom), a firefighter (sorry Dad), a cop (sorry step-dad, a nurse (sorry self), work in a pound, work for animal services etc. You getting the common theme here? Dead things. I don’t do dead things. It goes above and beyond the usual dislike for things that are dead. It’s the fact that I’m relatively certain that dead corpses try to suck my soul out. One of these days I’m going to be one of those mothers “I’m sorry little Petey, that your hamster died, now what mommy needs you to do is wrap him up and dig him a little grave. No, mommy can’t touch him, I know you’re only 2…”
On October 27th, 2009 at 6:52 pm Your Aunt Becky Says:
Dead stuff doesn’t bother me too much, actually.
On October 27th, 2009 at 1:51 pm Clair Says:
Woops, “dead corpses” should have just been “corpses.” Way to be redundant.
On October 27th, 2009 at 1:52 pm perchancetodream Says:
I know that you need another award like a hole in the head but I’ve given you an Honest Scrap award anyhow!

http://perchancetodream.wordpress.com/2009/10/27/honestly-scrapping/
On October 27th, 2009 at 12:53 pm Kelly Says:
I’ve been working with the public for so long in some retail format, it’s ridiculous (jewelry and now banking). I loooovvve when people come to me because I’m wrong, or the company I work for is wrong (usually not the case, I’ve had things thrown at me when people don’t get their way.) I like to call the police on people when they are being stupid….

I think some day I would like to own my own retail store of some sort, I just need to find a product that would be worth my time, something that would make me happy, and make me a shitload of money.
On October 27th, 2009 at 6:48 pm Your Aunt Becky Says:
Working for the public was…wow. Just eye-opening. I was a waitress for years and the things I saw were just, yeah. A grown woman, throwing an on-the-floor temper tantrum because she didn’t get the table she wanted? I know you know what I mean.
On October 27th, 2009 at 2:00 pm Rebecca Says:
I could never be a doctor, nurse, or anything in the medical profession.

I could never be anything that deals with numbers. Even if it’s just inputting data into a spreadsheet. I don’t even know what a spreadsheet is, much less how to work one. I get a little dyslexic sometimes.

I could never be a waitress. I have no idea how waitresses can balance 14 drinks on that little round tray without her arm breaking off and spilling every ounce onto the customers.

I could never be a mortician. The dead freak me out.

I could never work in customer service because even when I’m wrong, I’m right. Keep that in mind. Dealing with already P.O’d people would send me into defensive overdrive and I’d probably be the one yelling.

I could never work in a call center because my hearing sucks. I guess you could also say that it’s not always so much my ability to hear, but my ability to pay attention to people on the phone.

I could never be an editor. I make too many mistakes and think my final draft is perfect, until someone edits my work for me.

I could never be a bricklayer. Heavy lifting doesn’t suit me.

I could never work outside for any type of job. Unless it was guaranteed that I wouldn’t work in the rain, excessive heat or cold (anything below 70F or above 75F) I also couldn’t work in extremely sunny conditions….i.e. no clouds. I like partly sunny skies.

Now that I think of it, I’m not fit for much. I’m such a loser.

I might blog this………..
On October 27th, 2009 at 6:53 pm Your Aunt Becky Says:
I suck at life. Especially working. You should totally blog this.
On October 27th, 2009 at 1:22 pm Mwa Says:
I could never ever be a nurse. Because I’m completely OCD about touching people and bugs and smells. So – no. Or a teacher for anyone under the age of 16.

But I love being a teacher to the 18 year olds. And I do know the difference between your and you’re, so I’m okay.
On October 27th, 2009 at 6:48 pm Your Aunt Becky Says:
I like older kids a lot. Teenagers pretty much rule. No, I mean that. I like teenagers.
On October 27th, 2009 at 1:22 pm MamaOtwins+1 Says:
I could teach – better yet I could be a principal.

I could not however be a bus driver. I would throw things behind me trying to hit whichever kid was screaming the loudest and these days buses have video cameras.
On October 27th, 2009 at 6:50 pm Your Aunt Becky Says:
If I had to be a bus driver, those kids would be pretty quickly dropped off in an abandoned lot somewhere.
On October 27th, 2009 at 1:28 pm daisybv2 Says:
Well I give everytone props including the all so famous Aunt Becky for going into the medical field, I could never do

For Humans or Animals no way no how! I can’t even clean up my own childrens vommit….

I think teaching was my calling but yeah I am a marketing specialist for an insurance company!! And that is where I will be
On October 27th, 2009 at 6:51 pm Your Aunt Becky Says:
Vomit, yeah, I can’t do vomit. Even now, I run from it.
On October 27th, 2009 at 1:30 pm Mrs Soup Says:
I could not be anything in the medical profession. Or anything that doesn’t have strict hours. Because once I have a time that I’m off, that’s when I’m off, bitches. 5 minutes, fine. No worries. Want me to stay longer than that? DIE IN A FIRE!!
On October 27th, 2009 at 6:52 pm Your Aunt Becky Says:
Oh, as a nurse, it’s INSANE. You’re NEVER off on time. I remember working my 12’s and at 7:30 being like, holy shit, I’m nowhere NEAR ready to go home. SO not my bag.
On October 27th, 2009 at 1:50 pm MoranChick Says:
I’m with everyone who could never be a teacher. I have the utmost respect for the people who can, and whose calling it is … I would just be dreadful at it. I don’t know what to do with other people’s kids.

And I really shouldn’t do anything that deals with the general public on a regular basis. If the public behaves politely to me, I’m happy to be polite and kind and helpful back. I LIKE helping nice people. But the not-so-nice ones? Yeah, I kind of want to hit them with bricks. Waitressing? I’d be deliberately pouring coffee in people’s laps before the end of my first shift. Phone support? Retail? Other customer service? Would be frequently punctuated with, “DON’T BE SUCH AN ASSHOLE AND I’LL BE HAPPY TO HELP YOU!” and “PATIENCE IS A VIRTUE! LEARN IT! THE WORLD DOES NOT REVOLVE AROUND YOU!” and “YOU ARE TOO FUCKING STUPID TO LIVE! GET OFF MY PHONE/AWAY FROM MY COUNTER/OUT OF MY STORE!” And then I would get my way-too-candid-for-my-own-good ass fired. So there’s a very good reason I do behind-the-scenes admin stuff.

Why won’t people pay me to tell customers exactly what I think of them? That job would rock!
On October 27th, 2009 at 6:53 pm Your Aunt Becky Says:
You could be a dominatrix!
On October 27th, 2009 at 7:12 pm MoranChick Says:
Hee! Would you believe me if I said that possibility honestly never, ever, in a million years even crossed my mind?
On October 27th, 2009 at 2:26 pm Manda Says:
Nursing.
On October 27th, 2009 at 6:53 pm Your Aunt Becky Says:
*shudders* No shit.
On October 27th, 2009 at 2:45 pm Love Says:
A stay at home mom. I could do just about anything else but take care of my own children 24/7.

I realize this makes me terrible, but I’ve already accepted that years ago.
On October 27th, 2009 at 6:58 pm Your Aunt Becky Says:
Hey, it’s good to know yourself, man.
On October 27th, 2009 at 4:14 pm Sarah S Says:
I think a dermatologist has the worst job ever. All he sees all day are people with their oozing sores and pimples and wrinkles. Torture. Pure torture.
On October 27th, 2009 at 7:00 pm Your Aunt Becky Says:
Every dermatologist I’ve ever met has been the creepier than the last. I guess it goes with the territory.
On October 27th, 2009 at 5:42 pm Halala Mama Says:
See the problem is that you were with LITTLE kids. I avoid them like the H1N1 plague. Middle schoolers on the other hand would LOVE you. My MS students routinely tell me, “there’s no need for sarcasm,” to which I reply, “when you have taught for 13 years, then you’ll know that yes, yes there is.” 🙂
On October 27th, 2009 at 7:01 pm Your Aunt Becky Says:
Oh, I love Jr. High and High School kids dearly. Little ones are so…twitchy and weird.
On October 27th, 2009 at 6:00 pm Mel Says:
I could never be a teacher either, I’m too much of a control freak. I’d be trying to teach a kid to write his name and telling them “move over, let me do it myself!”
On October 27th, 2009 at 7:04 pm Your Aunt Becky Says:
This is why Dave is in charge of homework.
On October 27th, 2009 at 5:44 pm Kendra Says:
I could never be a manager/supervisor (again). I know this from personal experience. I knew for sure the day that my supervisor called me into her office to discuss the lousy job I was doing of “managing” my people. And, in a moment I will treasure forever, I said that I was open to her thoughts, and perhaps I just needed more explicit guidance; I’d been promoted from within and didn’t have managerial experience, so maybe I didn’t know exactly what was expected of me. And in a moment of “clarity,” they told me that they really wanted me to… “Think outside the box.” That passes for instruction?! But at least at that moment, I knew it wasn’t my imagination; I really wasn’t meant for that job.

And I could never be a carpenter. Whether I’m sewing or cooking or what, my measuring really all comes down to “close enough.” I watched them remodel our house this summer and realized that “close enough” defnitely doesn’t fly when you’re building a house.
On October 27th, 2009 at 7:03 pm Your Aunt Becky Says:
I suck at measuring stuff too. Because I am lazy. VERY lazy.
On October 27th, 2009 at 6:55 pm lola Says:
Oh, please! My list would be so long that it would crash your blog. Let’s just say that I could never do any job that involved getting up early every day, working with the same annoying people every day, touching anyone, being touched by anyone, dealing with more than one child for more than a couple hours, cleaning up gross/smelly things, anything in the service industry or anything to do with customers that might actually be able to contact me and complain about my cranky attitude.

I think that covers 50% of the crap I wouldn’t do for a living…
On October 27th, 2009 at 7:09 pm Your Aunt Becky Says:
This, lola, is why I love you.
On October 27th, 2009 at 7:24 pm emma Says:
Soooooo many things I couldn’t do. Guess the list would go like this:

1) Supermodel….got past this once I hit puberty and got bigger than a size 2, then 6, then 8 now I won’t even admit my dress size!!!

2) Anything to do with animals…yuck, yuck and yuck…I can’t even handle the class hamster for the weekend.

3) Counsellor……don’t have the sympathy…I’d be all….you think your problems are bad….listen to wtf is going down in my life!!!

I know that makes me sound kinda rubbish but I can deal with poop or puke!!!!
On October 28th, 2009 at 11:30 am Your Aunt Becky Says:
Bwahahaha! I think you’d make an EXCELLENT counselor actually. Maybe you could get people to think past their own head, you know?
On October 27th, 2009 at 6:25 pm Melissa Says:
A security guard in a suburban office building. I dont know how they do it. I dont know if its just the buildings I have worked in but they make them sit on a high chair on a podium and dont let them read or use a computer.

Can you imagine how BORING that is? I catch them nodding off all the time.
On October 27th, 2009 at 7:05 pm Your Aunt Becky Says:
OOOH! You know what would be worse? Those people standing by the side of the road holding those “going out of business” signs. Can you IMAGINE?
On October 27th, 2009 at 7:20 pm Melissa Says:
GAH! Anyone that has been recruited to stand on the road with a sign has a suck ass job. Especially if they have to dress like a chicken or something. A big hot chicken outfit in AUGUST!

I would hold a different sign up if I were them. Being the middle finger.
On October 28th, 2009 at 11:29 am Your Aunt Becky Says:
Dave and I always wonder how much they get paid. Because to me, I cannot imagine any amount of money that would make that worth it to me. Standing in one spot is painful. Physically. But it takes NO training or education. So I wonder…
On October 27th, 2009 at 6:53 pm Antropologa Says:
I’m a teacher, but I only teach adults, which is awesome.

What couldn’t I do? Stuff with math.
On October 27th, 2009 at 7:08 pm Your Aunt Becky Says:
I like older kids and adults just fine.
On October 27th, 2009 at 7:16 pm Nitza Says:
Aww, Aunt Becky, as a teacher, this post warmed my little heart. Or what is left of it after The Youth of America have drained it dry. Those blood sucking leeches. Ha ha, just kidding. I love the little bastards. <3
On October 28th, 2009 at 11:26 am Your Aunt Becky Says:
It’s a calling, man. I applaud the HELL out of you. Nurses and teachers get a Get Into Heaven Free card. In your personal life, you could butcher small animals, but since you’re a teacher, man, you’re exempt!
On October 27th, 2009 at 7:25 pm DG at Diaryofamadbathroom Says:
I can’t imagine myself being a rodeo clown. Sure I’ve got the wardrobe for it and dang if I don’t like to rope them doggies, but I just don’t drink enough to handle the requisite alcoholism.
On October 28th, 2009 at 11:31 am Your Aunt Becky Says:
I don’t think I could do anything with a rodeo, period. I’d get killed within minute one.
On October 27th, 2009 at 7:31 pm Nicole Says:
Photographer… I am and have been for a long time a family portrait photographer. You know that poor woman you see at your local portrait studio with a stuffed cat on her head and your child’s snot on her sleeve.. Yup that’s me… Don’t get me wrong, I love my job, but is certainly not for the faint of heart, It does take something special to contend with screaming 2 year old after screaming 2 year old. But something I could never ever be, fast food service. Ick, gross, eww, disgusting!!!
On October 28th, 2009 at 11:32 am Your Aunt Becky Says:
Fast food would be really hard because I bet people treat you like you’re dogshit. As a waitress, some days it was bad enough, but man, fast food workers must get it WAY worse.
On October 27th, 2009 at 8:42 pm Dawn Says:
I, too, was going to be the teacher. Have 1/4 of the degree. But after my first year internship, I realized that I would never be more than average at it and might just have to kill the principal from the internship. Most of the other teachers were arsepicks as well. The woman who was my mentor was lovely, though.

Can’t do math beyond making change at lightening speed (which I ROK!)which leaves a lot of jobs out.

Also nothing that would require touching/being touched by people just because they had the money, so that rules out fluffing, massage therapy (the legit kind), nursing, dental hygiene (7th level of hell, that), etc..

So. Admin it is. I can organize your socks off. I work for doctors, oddly. But not in a clinic. Gah. Putting me to work in a clinic would be one way to decrease the surplus population, Mr. Scrooge.
On October 28th, 2009 at 11:33 am Your Aunt Becky Says:
Well, at least you’ll never infringe upon MY fluffing territory.
On October 27th, 2009 at 8:45 pm Kristin Says:
I could never be a septic tank cleaner. I would need to permanently remove my ability to smell otherwise I would spend the whole day gagging.
On October 28th, 2009 at 11:33 am Your Aunt Becky Says:
I totally never thought about people having to DO that job. We don’t have a septic tank so I never really thought…EW! EW! EW!
On October 27th, 2009 at 9:51 pm excavator Says:
I could not be anything that involves being around groups of young children for very long. I really don’t like the behaviors that come with children and immaturity, and I’m afraid that includes my own. (So often I hear people say they can only tolerate their own children…I can barely tolerate mine…sigh)
On October 28th, 2009 at 11:34 am Your Aunt Becky Says:
Some days I can tolerate mine better than other days.
On October 28th, 2009 at 3:34 am Makya Says:
I don’t think I could be an astronaut or a shark resistant suit tester.
On October 28th, 2009 at 11:34 am Your Aunt Becky Says:
Oh yeah, being attacked by sharks all day sounds pretty rough.
On October 28th, 2009 at 6:52 am mrsblogalot Says:
I kood nevar be anukyoular fizzasist
On October 28th, 2009 at 11:35 am Your Aunt Becky Says:
Funny, me either!
On October 28th, 2009 at 7:29 am Soxy Deb Says:
I think there should be a law about that many children together in one place at one time. Yep, time to write my congressmen.

And what job could I never do? Police. I’d shoot the first em effer that made me run. Swear I would.
On October 28th, 2009 at 11:35 am Your Aunt Becky Says:
I’d shoot people who ran yellow lights. Assbags.
On October 28th, 2009 at 8:06 am Belle Says:
I could never be anything involving manual labor…
So, did you give the kids more money or what!?
On October 28th, 2009 at 11:36 am Your Aunt Becky Says:
Hell no I didn’t! What do I look like, an ATM?
On October 28th, 2009 at 9:47 am Lo Says:
This is something I’ve always thought about – every time I dream about winning the lottery – I think, man it would suck to be the person who notifies people that they’ve won the lottery. I wouldn’t do that job, I’d get stabby on like the second jackpot.
On October 28th, 2009 at 11:36 am Your Aunt Becky Says:
Bwahahaha! Right? Like, hey, WHY DON’T YOU SHARE SOME WITH ME, ASSHOLE?