In the perfect world, I would have several occupations. Not because I'm a workaholic. I quite enjoy my days off, actually. It's because there are so many things I imagined myself being when I 'grew up.' I'm happy with the choice I made to become a nurse, but I remember having the conversation with my fellow nursing classmates about how final everything felt. Once we graduated, it would be expected that we would use our degree. No chance of simply working at a fast food joint for the summer. Or taking tickets at the movie theater. Or ringing up customers at the grocery store. That seemed a little depressing to me.

If I could have it my way, I would spend each week of the month doing something different. Having multiple occupations would allow for me to grow intellectually and creatively and the chance of getting burnt-out on one thing would be decreased dramatically. Isn't it a great idea? So, obviously, I would keep my nursing gig. I still love it, even though I imagine myself doing other things at times. I could never give it up, so week 1 would be my three 12-hour shifts at the hospital, taking care of open-heart surgery patients.

Week 2, I would be a flight attendant. Ever since I rode in an airplane for the first time as a freshman in high school, I've loved the sensation of flying, the feeling of turbulence and the ways clouds look from above. I enjoy working with people, so I imagine this job would be a good fit. Especially when you factor in the traveling part of it all! The idea of traveling across the country and back in a matter of 24 hours is thrilling. Perhaps they could use a good flight attendant who also happens to be pretty good at saving lives.

Next, I'd want to be a pastry chef. I've mentioned before that I worked in a bakery in high school. I think some of that sugar made its way into my bloodstream and changed my DNA because, even now, I simply cannot wait for my next day off so I can plan out my next creation. I'd spend all of week 3 baking cakes, melting chocolate, rolling out dough, and piping frosting.  I'd put smiles on a million faces, because something about a cream puff that looks like a swan just gets to people.

When it comes to week 4, I would just take 7 days off. It IS my imaginary world, after all.