Innocence Lost

If you had asked me during my childhood years what I wanted to be when I grew up, I would most definately reply, "A job that does not require any brains!" With no offence to all my beautiful sisters serving in the aviation industry, I wanted to be a stewardess. They were the image of "Effortless" in every sense of the word.

I wanted to look all gorgeous in my uniform, flying all over the world, smiling at admiring children, flirting with hunky pilots, getting half the months off, pursuing odd hobbies on my off days...

So how did I end up here? Working 70hr weeks, fryin my brains, gettin drilled every morning, tolerating annoying spoilt rich clients, entertaining wining/dining nonsense with people fulla themselves, becoming a slave to money??

Perhaps it was the day my mom asked me to get a job as a secretary - bein not on the top of my list of fav jobs, I thought to myself "Wait a minute, I wanna have a sec of my own who'd take care of my shit; and being a sec to a boss like me wld be hell, so do I wanna be a sec? HELL NO!" Plus my dad really wanted me to get a degree - thus I decided to pack my bags and further my education - my only hope of ever gettin a sec!

Today I have 2 "Assistants". They do make my life really easy, sweet boys they are, Bless 'em! But I wish I were in a uniform flying around; not using my brains to analyse, predict, contemplate and remember. If a genie granted me a wish it would simply be - to be in a hotel room, lights off, right temp, most comfiest of beds, and to sleep till my heart's content.

Easy enough you say, so why am I still here? Like in the movie, "Thank you for smoking" the protagonist says:

Pays the mortgage!