kicking puppies is bad

I don’t dislike my job, but I recently realized that it wasn’t particularly special. And if things continue on their current trajectory, it won’t become anything special. And I always thought that someday I would be really freaking cool. I want to be Endel Tulving. Or a ballerina astronaut.

So I started looking at job postings. But there are no listings for ballerina-astronaut. In fact, there aren’t really that many cool sounding jobs. Unless you think being an actuary is cool. Actually, I *do* think actuaries are kind of cool. But that is an entirely different story. I guess I’m too old to be a ballerina anyways. I also like food way too much. Expecially Taco John’s Tex Mex. Taco John’s is fantastic. I could live exclusively on their Mexican Plates (double mush, no meat). Yum.

Seriously. The picture doesn’t do it justice. This is *possibly* the best food in the world. Honestly.

Since it would probably mean cutting out Mexican Plates at Taco John’s Tex Mex Eatery, I guess I don’t really want to be a ballerina astronaut. Maybe I should be an actuary instead. I already admitted to thinking they are cool. But that isn’t really all that different from my current ‘Programmer / Analyst’ statistics job. So maybe I should just keep my current job and resign myself to the fact that I will never be cool (like a Ballerina Astronaut, or Endel Tulving).