what would your teenage self think of your day job?

I had two dream jobs as a teenager… one involved working as an international journalist or working for an NGO overseas in war torn countries. The other involved working in a downtown high rise office building and wearing fancy clothes to work everyday. They couldn’t be more opposite visions.

Well, I feel as if I am fulfilling one of those dream jobs right now. Last week my company moved its operations downtown, right smack in the middle of Vancouver’s shopping district. My new work neighbors now include Victoria’s Secret, Hermes, Louis Vuitton and Tiffany & Co. Needless to say I will be leaving my credit card at home during the work week.

I think my teenage self would be pretty impressed. From a distance, I look to be climbing the corporate ladder. No corner office yet–but my very white and uniform cubicle will do for now. And I don’t mind dressing up for work, in fact I kind of like the excuse. But what about the part of me that wanted to save the world by putting myself in danger to help those in need? Where is she?