Hello dear reader,
How are things on Planet You? Matters at Jones Towers are a little chilly; not from the emotional view, but the physical. The Jones Mansion is undergoing renovation work – an extension to the Polo Lounge (!!) – so we’re without windows in certain parts of the house. Just the gentle breeze and occasional clap of canvas. Still, with luck, the builders will be back in to fit the necessary parts Saturday morning. I’m willing to forgo a Saturday lie-in for the sake of being able to feel my toes when I’m in the back of the house. 😉
Earlier in the week it was the Ever Lovely Mrs Jones’s birthday and armed with a shopping list, I headed into town to purchase a few gifts. I won’t regale (Ed: bore? 😛 ) you with what I got, it’s more the vibe I got while out. It was the simple pleasure of looking for suitable items as presents. A look in this shop, a look in that. I did get a few bargains and Mrs Jones was pleased with them too. Guilt free shopping, you gotta love it. I did manage to avoid buying any shoes (Ed: another first, Lynn ;-D ), although I did get some new leggings from M&S.
The only negative part to the day was a stab of regret from the Pink Fog. I’m still not sure how it works, being trans – and really, I can only comment on my own feelings. Perhaps being at the cross-dressing end of the spectrum, I wonder if somehow the wires between wanting to look good and seeing a well dressed woman got mixed up somewhere along the line. So, yes, the Pink Eyed Monster did make a brief visit…. thankfully seen off by a bout of positive thinking and CBT Jedi mind tricks.
So frown in place I skulked from the shop, only to stop (figuratively speaking) as the ever welcome voice of common sense piped up: “Yeah, she looked cool. Sometimes you do too and sometimes you don’t. It ain’t all bad…” My thoughts continued down that route for a short time and the Pink Eye Monster was sent packing. Again, yay for good stuff and happy memories.
The Our Different Journey project is still going. We’ve been talking about it on and off during the week. A few decisions needed to be made about using certain approaches, or perhaps more accurately, suitable technologies. The original plan had been to use a blogging system to do the updates. Yet, as we’ve dug into it, it seems that’s less appropriate and something more lovingly hand crafted may be more suitable. Watch this space, as they say. Oh, talking of ODJ, Jonathan posted his take on the Eight Questions and (IMO) it’s a post well worth reading.
All that brings me towards something that started from an off-hand comment on Facebook. Before we dive in, let me set the scene a little. Years ago – oh, and older readers may like to hum New World at this point 😉 – back when I was at school, we had a careers week. The usual stuff of what will you do when you leave. The teacher, someone who I won’t forget because he didn’t talk down to us like certain folk, but seemed to listen and encourage discussion rather than dictate. Anyhoo, said teacher, said that when it comes to careers, there are jobs, a career, dream job and fantasy. Jobs are something you do to get the money in; you may not like it, but it beats the alternative – that of going without. A career is something to work towards, I guess a goal of what’d like to you. A dream job is something you’ll think wistfully about – perhaps being a top footballer, a TV star or a writer.
That left fantasy, which he didn’t explain, but left the comment hang. In the end, someone asked about the last one and he smiled knowingly before explaining. According to Mr Smith, a fantasy job is a bit like a dream job, except it’s something that you won’t share with others. It may be because others can’t see the potential in you, or you doubt yourself. It is, however, something you want to do. He went on to say that lots of people have them and if you put you mind to it, you may just make it.
To be honest, I didn’t know what I wanted to do after school. Well, that’s not strictly true: I didn’t want a lot of hassle, I wanted reasonable money and to be happy. Add a few years to that and all I wanted was to be out of the small town I grew up in, but that’s another story. So, fantasy job? As soon as he explained it, I thought drag queen and then I wondered how many of my peers where thinking footballer? 🙂
It is a dressing up thing? Quite possibly. 🙂 Although to my amateur eye, it’s high camp and laughs, not passing that’s important. There seems to be large elements of performance to it (or so I assume) and between you, me and the search engines, I like that type of thing. If that makes me shallow, so be it, but I do enjoy making people laugh. Ideally it’s with me, but you can’t always be the comic hero. 🙂
Have I made any moves towards exploring that field? No, not really. Not being able to hold a tune and the thought that some folk are upset by it makes me think twice. I have tried writing comedy and I find it very tricky. I find it easy to work with someone, or banter / mock the news, but to sit in a quiet room and come up with a routine, that’s a talent I don’t seem to have. To that end, I’m happy to keep this one as a daydream, rather than inflict my fashion sense and humour on the unsuspecting public….. oh wait, the photo stream. Damn. 😉
But enough about me, what’s your dream job?
[ Today’s Lyric: I’ve Got a Dream from Disney’s Tangled ]