On the street

A job shouldn't really be a job

Any day now, the Cubs should be calling. They could always use another middle infielder, and I know I'm the guy they're looking for. Sure, I may not have had the most glorious stats in high school (1 career home run), and maybe I didn't play college ball, but still. I might have given up hope on playing for the Yankees - not that I'd put on the pinstripes anyway - but not the Cubs.

For this week's On the Street, we asked young adults to name their ideal job, if they could do anything under the sun. (Actually, astronaut is an acceptable answer, and I couldn't tell you whether that's still "under the sun.") It was a stumper for quite a few people, even though I was at the Corridor Career Fair.

I think that a job shouldn't really seem like a job. It's been my opinion for a while now that I want to have fun with whatever I'm doing, and that's why I'm here, at The Gazette.

My first dream job was professional baseball. As much as I played as a kid, I was always a little bummed when the game was over.

Then, it was SportsCenter. I wanted to be right there next to Stuart Scott on ESPN. I knew I could "BOO-YAH" with the best of 'em. Early in college, though, I realized my place wasn't on camera (Find out what I mean on KRCG at about 11:20 a.m. on Tuesday, when I talk about one of my stories.)

Still enthralled with sports, I started writing for the Iowa State Daily. My first beat was women's gymnastics.

I was actually decent at writing, to my surprise, so I stuck with it. I shifted gears a couple years ago to news, favoring the work schedule much more, but here I am, in my dream job.

That is, unless the Cubs call.

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