When you were little, what did you want to be when you grew up?
We’ve had this discussion several times. For the most part, I wanted to do something creative.
- Solid Gold Dancer or a Rockette. One of my residents and I joke about going to try out for the Rockettes. Any day now, we might be taking a road trip to New York City. Not really, but we can still talk about it while we dance in her living room.
- Author of children’s books
- Fashionista or Designer. I also thought I could be a buyer. I could still be a buyer.
- Photographer or Journalist for a fashion magazine or Rolling Stone. Vibe would have been cool too.
At this point, I kind of like being a freelance sort of person. I can ask whatever questions I would like. I can pick and choose interviews to some extent. If I know that the musician is a huge jerk, I don’t have to even say their name. Yet another reason that people should not be jerks: People don’t want to call you for an interview.
What I do know is that I do not want to work for P. Diddy. I do not want to be anyone’s “make me a sandwich at 3 a.m.” person. I realize that many of his assistants are extremely successful. I think I like my free time too much. I can’t go to concerts if I’m making Diddy a sandwich.
The only exceptions to the sandwich making rule are my children. Luckily, they don’t like my sandwiches, which are almost always PB&J. So I have dodged the sandwich making bullet.