kothz

Just the first in a list of pipe-dream careers that would get me away from technology…

I want to be a massage therapist. I think I’d be good at it. Thanks to the genes, I have strong hands, they’re more like bear paws… they’re rarely cold… they don’t get tired or cramp up.

Now, I’m going to say this… don’t get excited…

I like muscles. Mrowr.

Stay down. Good dawg. Not in a full-fledged mrowr manner… I like watching people… the way they move… the grace and strength that people take for granted… I find the process, how it all fits together and just seems to work, mesmerizing. One of these days I’m going to get pummelled for gawking at someone I shouldn’t.

Putting aside all the introspective crap about how I like helping people, the benefits of massage on physiological and emotional levels, the relaxation and healing that comes just from being touched, blah blah blah yadda yadda yadda… which all floats close to the surface of the discussion, of course… I just wanna touch every last one of ‘em.

I see people (who I may not necessary include in that blanket statement I just made) all day, every day, slouched over desks and in pain they may not even realize they’re feeling. Spend a minute dealing with their shoulders and they drool on the keyboards.

(An interjection from the IT side of the brain: drooling on keyboards is NOT a good way to promote the long life of your peripheral.)

ANYWAY, today’s “run away screaming from IT” wannabe career path is probably just a reflection of the fact that my upper back is telling me it’s time to get up and not look at a computer screen for a few hours.

Where’s my beer.

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