Your comments made me, variously, smile, laugh, and snort wine through my nose. I think we have conclusively proved that if we all got to be what we wanted to be, the world would be a happier place. Happier, but very badly organised, with nobody in any service jobs. Also the rubbish would pile up horribly and there would be no-one to work in the banks. Perhaps there wouldn't be any banks? We would all barter services and chocolate. Although all the chocolate factories would probably close down due to a lack of people to maintain the machinery and we'd end up in some sort of weird apocalyptic situation where the world was full of human-octopus hybrids and Disney princesses. So maybe it's a good job we don't all get what we wish for.
For those that have asked, I still don't know what I would like to be when I grow up. I have narrowed it down to:
Zookeeper (lemur enclosure, obviously)
Fantastically well-paid seamstress, but one who gets to keep out of the public eye and works from her own sewing room made of iron in Dorset, with a transporter beam to enable her to travel to London in an instant.
Cocktail taster - but one who magically doesn't get a hangover or liver damage.
Librarian or Post Office clerk. Because I just love stamping things.
Before I get too distracted and start looking for zookeeping courses, I'd better tell you who has won the giveaway.
|This is not what it looked like. Shame.|
Despite a disappointing lack of beeps and whirrs and flashing lights, the RNG came up with (drumroll please), number 6.
|It actually looked like this. Rubbish.|
See you after the next 500!