Moving stuff around

Ok, so this is going to be a weird one. My husband was telling me about this department in his company that is in charge of moving stuff around. Here's the idea- his company is always moving, closing, opening and merging smaller branches of offices all over the city and suburbs. So there is an entire department that solely exists to keep track of all of their furniture- desks, chairs, lamps, etc- move them to and from their warehouse, make sure that everything gets to the right place at the right time and make sure that each office has what it needs. They have crews of guys that do the actual, physical moving of the office equipment.

Even weirder, this job sounds fascinating to me. I love minutiae. (sp?) I love making sure I have enough of everything and thinking ahead, prioritizing, planning. Which is hilarious, because I am the most disorganized person ever. But as I thought about it some more, I realized that it would really only be fun for maybe a month. And then I would start having these nagging questions in the back of my mind- Does what I do matter? Am I contributing anything remotely valuable to the world?

I already have these questions about teaching school, which is supposed to be the most fulfilling job in the world. So I don't think I would come up with any more fulfilling feelings from making sure that there are enough desks in the Main Street office.

Party Planner

I have been thinking a lot lately about what I want to do with the rest of my life. At this stage in the school year, I don't want to ever teach again and I find myself interested in so many different careers. So maybe I'll blog about all the ideas I have. If you have any suggestions, just jump on in and give me some advice!

Today I want to be a wedding coordinator or party planner. I would love to just consume myself with flower arrangements and cake and photography. Keith and I were picking up a cake at a bakery this morning and I was imagining that I was a wedding planner. It was the morning of the wedding that I was planning and I was picking up a dozen donuts and taking them over as a little surprise for the bride and her friends as they were getting ready. Aren't I just so thoughtful?!

The only problems I can foresee are as follows: weddings and parties are stressful and people get crazy when they're stressed. I don't know that I would want to always deal with stressed-out people. Also, weddings and parties are always on the weekends, so I would always have to work when other people are off. Thus my only friends would be other party planners.