So you want to know just how deeply this career crisis has hit me? I asked the “Career Pilot” at the Musee Mecanique for my next career. I hoped against hope that it would land on “Love Pirate” but no. Apparently my next career is “Hot Air Artist.” I took this game a little too seriously. I mean I genuinely think I was hoping for direction!
I have made some strides in long term plans, but what about now? The right now? I'm still shaky, unsure and floundering. I guess it's at these times when to look to unlikely sources for help.
This is why this especially funny to me:
When I first moved to the city, Musee Mecanique was at the Cliff House, and I went there almost every day. Seriously. Like three or five days a week. And every time I anxiously fed money into the fortune machine and the love machine hoping against hope that I would learn to be happy and meet someone fantastic.
All said, maybe it works spectacularly and you will become a true artist of hot air...or whatever it tells you next week...
Posted by: Lindsay Saint Clair | 05/03/2011 at 02:46 PM
I used to love it out there. I'd go to the camera obscura too.
I will cross my fingers that yes... it works spectacularly :)
Posted by: EB | 05/04/2011 at 08:08 AM