We’ve all been asked that question:
“If you could have any job in the world, what would it be?”
I’m tempted to answer “fashion editor at Vogue” or “accomplished travel writer.” Glamorous? Yes. The truth? No.
My real answer is “barista.” Not at Starbucks or another franchise. I’m talking about a hip, fun, independent, neighborhood coffee shop where you’re encouraged to shoot the shit, play great music, meet interesting people, turn strangers’ days around and collect stories for later. In my vision, this dream job is a place where the biggest pressures are to stay highly caffeinated and deal with those who aren’t.
The setting? Think Intelligentsia on Randolph Street, if it were nestled in a neighborhood.
Actually, my dream job is to be a writer and a barista. I’ve always thought being a barista would be fun and would encourage me to write more often. Those of you who are baristas or have been one might think I’m crazy. It just seems like a good way to collect stories. But just like being a fashion editor at Vogue or an accomplished travel writer, I assume there are down sides. Like the pesky drones of morning commuters demanding coffee and the coffee-filled trash bags that need hauled to the dumpster.
I’m sure there are more negatives, but I don’t have to think about them. I can drink coffee, listen to music and talk to all the people I want. It’s my dream job.
What’s your dream job?