My sister-in-law once posed the question, during a family dinner: If you could get paid a million dollar a year salary to have any job you wanted, what would it be?
We went around the table and answered that we’d be presidents and novelists, brain surgeons and astronauts, each one of us choosing a career we felt was important and worthy of that million dollar salary. She had an interesting take on the question, though, saying she would want to be the one at the beach passing out towels. I’d get paid a million dollars a year anyway, she pointed out. Why overexert yourself?
An interesting point, I thought. I hadn’t thought of choosing a relatively mindless job, leaving your brain free for interesting after-work activities. But after seeing this sign at our local Whole Foods, I’ve found the perfect million-dollar dream job gig:
I can totally see myself cruising around the county, visiting chocolate makers, bread bakers, and sausage purveyors. Making the rounds of the farmer’s markets and fishmongers. Mildly exerting, quite important.
So my new answer is: if I could earn a million dollar a year salary to do anything at all, I would absolutely become the Whole Foods Local Forager. But come to think of it, I’ve got that job already, I just don’t get paid for it.