Clerking, working, photo-shooting, what's the best?

My favorite job? I've had some good ones. I'm trained to be an executive secretary, having spent years taking dictation and typing up tons of letters and manuals,  a true princess of bureaucracy.  But that job had stress. Shoot, people always wanted things done. Horrors!

I worked as a sales clerk once. But the cash register intimidated me. It was big and made ugly gurgling noises. We didn't get along. And then I spent time as a medical records clerk, copying over data for utilization review. That was interesting. The voyeur in me enjoyed poring through the chart, checking out all the juicy details in the nurse's notes or just marveling at the variety of  people who came in, unknowingly building monstrous files about their bodies and minds for people like me to peruse. Not to worry! Confidentiality is the code.

But working as a photographer with my husband is my favorite. My humble attempts in this huge beautiful word to capture a sparkle of magic and record it forever on film...err...a digital image... (Oops! To the aside, making the transition to the digital age has been glorious, but old  habits die hard.)...is the joy of my life. I love when we canvass the countryside, cameras in hand, looking for the mystery, the line, the lighting, the texture that bespeaks the Hand of God.

But the downside is the busy work. I spend most days closeted in the workshop cutting mats, mounting photos, and a host of other mundane chores. The good news is my mind is free as I glide busy hands about their business, free to brainstorm, free to imagine, free to think up workshop topics for all of you.

Oh, really...

I agree

Shucks!