Speaking Of Dream Job

I want to add to my last post, “Dream Job (NOT). I had so many different ideas of what I thought I wanted to be when I grew up. Aside from being a truck driver, I thought I wanted to be a medical assistant. I even did vocational training in high school to become a medical assistant. I’d go half a day at my high school, then I’d go the other half at a vocational school and we’d split our time at the hospital. On the first day at the hospital, the teacher showed us a movie, “The Karate Kid”. I had no freaking clue what that movie had to do with becoming a medical assistant, but, whatever. We were asked to take notes. What the? Notes? About what? I honestly didn’t know what I was going to write down. A few minutes into the movie, a few of my classmates were already writing stuff down. I started to panic. What did they know that I didn’t? What do I do? Oh my gosh, anxiety is knocking and I am trying desperately not to open the door. I take a deep breath, find enough courage to ask my neighbor if she had any advice as to what I should be looking for in the movie to write down for my notes and she just kind of nods her head without even looking my way. I’m done! I have no idea what to do. A little while passes and teacher pauses the movie. I’m hoping she’ll say something that will give me a clue. Nope!! She says it’s break time, to be back in fifteen. Oh crap!! I can’t do this. I let anxiety walk right in and now I’m a mess. I go to the vending machine to grab a soda and as I’m heading back to class, I get this overwhelming feeling and decide to get the hell out of there. I turned around and fled. I waited a couple days till I went back and was sure the whole notes thing was over and done with. I didn’t realize how much I had missed so I had a lot of catching up to do. After about three months of medical assisting classes, I decided I wasn’t that interested in it after all and dropped the class. I know! I wasted their time and mine, but I figured it would be better to drop now than to go through the whole program and do nothing with it. I did learn a lot and am grateful for the experience but if my heart wasn’t in it then, I wouldn’t have been a very good medical assistant. I never did find out what the whole “Karate Kid” movie had to do with medical assisting. Hmmm. Guess I never will.

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