What Has Been Your Career Path?

I have had a weird career path.

As a child, I wanted to be a scientist.

As a young teen, I wanted to be a science fiction writer.

As an older teen, I wanted to be a photographer and videographer.

In my early twenties I became a professional photographer and videographer, and hated it so much I sold my cameras and darkroom equipment.

In my mid twenties I bought my first computer specifically to use it as a word processor. The computer was such a piece of junk I learned the basics of computer tech just to keep it working.

In my late twenties I sold my first science fiction story, but I was making my living driving a vacuum truck.

I left the vacuum truck job and became a computer technician. I was a computer technician for nearly 20 years, while I continued to sell short stories and finally a novel.

Then, as a hobby, I began to play around with building these newfangled things called “websites.”

Website building became a full time job, and I was then deemed, “Webmaster.”

The publishing industry imploded and I started publishing my own books, instead of begging at the door of the publishing gatekeepers. I’ve been far more successful with the self-published books than the one that the big New York publisher published.

Being a webmaster led me to becoming a digital marketing manager.

Digital marketing has made me go back into photography and videography. That is now what I primarily do, I make videos for websites.

It’s weird, I’ve come full circle. Everything I was interested in, except for driving a vacuum truck, has built a solid foundation for the career I’m in now.

Next, I suppose, I’ll become a scientist.

YOUR TURN. What has been your strange and convoluted path through life?

Sniffing Around

I was walking down the hall past a row of cubes where some new employees are working, and something smelled so good it stopped me in my tracks.

One of the new girls, her perfume … OMG.

On my way back it happened again. So I actually went down the row, sniffing like a dog, and there’s this cute dark haired French-Canadian girl sitting there.

I said, wow, I love your perfume.

She laughed. “I’m not wearing perfume.”

“Oh?” I looked around, feeling foolish.

She reached out and touched me and said, “It’s my candle.” She’s burning a scented candle.

I laughed and said, “Wow, that should be a perfume. But then again, maybe not, because if you put it on you’ll have a hoard of men following you everywhere.”

So we joked for a few minutes about coming up with a name for it, and finally settled on: “Stalker Bait.”

Another Hospital Date with my Love

Lady Savina came to see me this week, and had a severe asthma attack and I had to rush her to Emergency. She’s okay now.

Apparently there’s mold in my apartment somewhere. And apparently its the one that triggers her asthma in the worst way. We ended up spending a couple of days in a nearby hotel, and the visit turned out a wonderful one despite it’s unpleasant beginning.

Now I’ve got to find out what the hell is going on with my apartment.