Too bad we don't teach all kids how
to click on frontal lobes job creativity from pre-school on. It
took me a long long long time to figure out what I was gonna do
for a living. Here's a list of some of the cushy jobs I've had in
my life: lawn mower, wall painter, newpaper carrier, hot dog
vendor, janitor and sweeper boy, dog washer, bike assembler,
substitute teacher, package courier, phone book delivery,
hospital orderly. Actually I wasn't an orderly, I was a radiology
trasporter. That means I would wheel patients from their hospital
rooms down to the X-Ray department to get their radioactive
portrait taken. It was a strange job. I would wait around this
room for hours at a time until somebody needed an x-ray. The only
thing I could do was draw pictures. This is a picture I drew,
then painted in, of a chair in the radiology orderly's room.
Waiting around for hours, I began hallucinating these little
smiley faces on my pencil, who began singing to me visible notes
as the phone cord began to disintegrate before my very eyes. This
was before I learned brain self-control, of course.
