There is some restructuring going on at work.

This means demotion and commotion for many, but it's all good for me and my kind; in fact, it offers the glimmer of a promotion, in time.

Or at least something resembling a career path.

I fell into this job by accident. But you get that when you're not looking where you're going.

I'd had a career. One I'd dreamed of doing since I was 15. But it turns out that even dreams don't always look all that great in the bathroom mirror of reality's nightclub.

I went overseas for a couple of years and was meant to spend that time working out what I wanted to do when I came back.

I came back, but with no answers.

I took a temping job, just to buy myself some more time.

And I'm still here five years later.

It's been OK. I've gained a whole bunch of skills.

Still.

Last night D-Missus asked me what my dream job would be, and I could still offer no answer.

I'm a generalist.

And I don't think winning the lottery can technically be classified as a job.

But then, I was thinking a bit more about it this morning.

I love the outdoors. I love nature. Maybe I should do something with that.

Maybe I should become a naturist…