My apologies, folks! I wasn’t able to get my writing done in a timely manner to do the posts on the correct date. But. I promise. I’m going to catch up now. … This is my blog and that’s how we’re going to do this. Dammit!
So, the question on Wednesday was, “When you were a kid, did you want to have the same job or a different job than your parents when you grew up?”
Absolutely not, you guys. Absolutely not! My Dad was a cytotechnologist. I know you’re all like, huh! The answer I came accustomed to telling friends who asked what that was: “He studies cells in a microscope to see if they have disease or cancer.”
It was way more than that. But, I thought that was the cool answer. Because I thought that portion of the job was awesome.
What I didn’t like was the smell of the laboratory where he worked. It’s been a few years since I walked into that place, but I still know the smell. *shivers* Very chemically. Not pleasant. At all!
I also didn’t like the extreme amount of stress he had. It was very important … life or death … stuff he was dealing with. That’s a little more than I want to handle.
There are a lot of qualities my father has passed on to me. A strong work ethic. A determined spirit. A desire to go big or go home. Basically, do you job and do it to the best of your ability.
I like to think I have his loyalty too. He stayed at the same place for over 40 years before retiring. I don’t think that’s possible in today’s world. But goodness, I want that. I want that comfort and loyalty from a place.
But yeah, I think the below image describes how I would be in a laboratory situation.
Ain’t nobody got time for that!