Ok so I might not be that much closer to being Australia’s next top anything, but at least I have expanded my list of things I don’t want to be:Flatulence Analyst: a job that speaks for itself from both ends.
Barnyard Masturbator: although being hung like a horse is a good thing, this is a bit too close to the bone.
Carcass Cleaner: being vegetarian I tend to weep over lettuce hearts, let alone the best of what’s left of fluffy bunnies.
Sensory Deprivation Subject: I’m deprived of enough things as it is, to the point where I could already qualify as an expert.
Blue Cheese Factory Labourer: see Flatulence Analyst.
So although the above list is far from definitive, at least I have made some headway into what I don’t want to be doing, and therefore hopefully making the quest of what I do want to be spending the rest of my nine to fives on, slightly more conspicuous.
Ms getting-there-slowly-but-surely M.
