If I were not in the CID...

I hate job searching! I've been at it for what? 2 days? It's awful. I never know what to write. "Perky blonde looking for exciting opportunity to make money so she can pay off student loans and then live a decent life"? Blah. I can't say that. How unprofessional. That really was what I always disliked about interviews. "Why do you want this job?" "Um, to make money..." So how does one professionally apply for jobs and know what to write and how to make things sound more impressive than they are?
That's it, I need more direction in my life. I'm joining the Marines. Or the ROTC. That way I could go visit third world countries and flaunt it in everyone's face. "ahem hem, well you see, when I was in the ROTC, we lived off moldy bread and maggots. Nothing beats the protein one can find in maggots." Yeah, I'm gonna join the ROTC.
Scratch that, I'd break nails or something. Then I would be miserable. Oooh, oooh, I know! I'll invent something super cool and make loads and live out the rest of my days on an isolated farm beause I know of no other way to fend off the crowds who want me for my money.
Ooooh, or even better I'll marry rich and become a Lady Who Lunches! Voila, I have found my dream profession.
Ahahaha, I crack myself up. I'm going to stop dreaming now. Thanks for joining in. See you next time on "Rivkah Wishes Life Came on a Silver Platter."