Ages ago, I was in an engineering physics class at the community college where I grew up and there were a whopping six people in the class, not counting "the old guy" who was auditing the course. He was there for every lecture, did the homework, just didn't come to the tests and we always wondered why you'd choose to audit a class like Engineering Physics. Anyway, that's not the point of the story. So there were a half-dozen of us in the class and we all knew each other fairly well.
One time, as the professor was handing out one of our tests, my buddy Patrick turned to me and said, "Okay, if we both fail this test, let's move to Europe and get jobs as gigolos." Apparently he was as unsure of his performance as I felt. "Sure," I said, fully expecting to drop school right after the test and start somewhere like London or Paris. Amazingly, when the grades came back, I had passed comfortably. I'm not sure how Patrick did, but he stayed in class for the rest of the year.
Now, though, I'm revisiting the idea. Not that I'm seriously considering it, since I don't have the body for it anymore, just wondering how robust that job market is. I would imagine the sex trade is fairly stable, since everyone wants to feel loved, even if it's just an illusion of love. We want to feel someone close, someone who cares. I guess I'll keep looking for a company that needs me to help them with their work. I know there's work out there that I would be good at, it's just a question of finding it at the right time.
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