Sometimes i find myself thinking that maybe i would be better off being born in a earlier decade or a whole different time period all together. But then i look at all the lovely toys i have (camera, computer, unlimited supply of hot water, my car, etc.) and i realize how happy i am to have been born when i was.
Going into work today (which i don't particularly dread or like) i was thinking when and where would like to have worked if i had a choice. The first thing that popped up were the 1950's, strange huh? But how cool would it be if i was a man living in Manhattan, being some powerful exec, and going to lunch drinking huge amounts of martinis or whatever cosmopolitan men drank back then. Coming back to work slapping my secretary on the ass (the one i was having an affair with, obviously). And smoking a nice cigar while giving vague instructions to the underlings.
This made me think of Revolutionary Road, a fantastic novel set in New York in the 1950's about what else - a bored ad executive and the unraveling of his and his wife's dreams as they settle into suburbia and have 2.5 kids. Really worth the read - it's actually quite a devastating novel a sort of The Great Gatsby for the 1950's. The American Dream gone horribly wrong - Richard Yates' writing is strong and consuming. Worth checking out.
OK, maybe i'll re-think the whole dream job.
Update: Inspired by my post, i decided to head to one of the trendy South Boston cafes in the neighborhood i work in. And although i didn't get a martini, i did get a very strong g&t (at least that's how i ordered it) - i am feeling the effects already - wohoo, i love being of the drinking age - now all i need is to go find me a sexy ass to slap. That is all.
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