Dream Jobs

You may recall that in my post of March 28th (Something Else to Worry About), I wrote about the need to counter the latest insidious terrorist threat: exploding breast implants (I am not making this up, as Dave Barry would have said). You may also recall that I selflessly volunteered to help the TSA screen for these dastardly, murderous bosoms...one has to do one's patriotic duty, after all.

Well, it occurred to me that, as enjoyable and rewarding as such a job might be 99 out of 100 times, that 100th time might be...well...rather unpleasant.

So I'm looking for another - safer - dream job, and I think I may have found it.

According to this article on CNN, an Irish travel agency called Runaway Bride and Groom is having a contest to hire for the "ultimate job in Ireland" - "honeymoon testers."

Yes, friends, if you win this contest, you and your beloved (maybe even your husband or wife) can have a job visiting exotic resorts around the world on someone elses dime, evaluating those resorts for suitability as honeymoon destinations.

I've already submitted about 7,000 entries. I'll let you know how it comes out.

In other job-related news, we have determined that our granddaughter Leya - at age 2-1/2 - is destined to become an optometrist. Her latest thing is "fixing" Oma and Opa's glasses...which means taking them off, then putting them back on (usually sticking the arms of the glasses into an eye or an ear) and adjusting them by pushing on the lenses until the glasses are firmly seated against the eyeballs. Those of you familiar with toddlers can imagine the condition of the lenses once this activity has been completed...

I wonder if the outcome is covered under my health insurance?

Have a good day. More thoughts tomorrow.

Bilbo