Blow, Baby, Blow

I imagine that if you were to ask people what job they would least like to have you would receive quite a long and varied list of answers.  However, I also imagine that you would see some occupations that make the list time and again. Discovery Channel had an entire series about undesirable jobs called "Dirty Jobs," and quite frankly most of the jobs they featured I would not want to do.  Some occupations that I believe would make the list multiple times are:

Ditch Digger
Garbage Man
Dog Euthanizer
Hooker
Coal Miner
Dentist  (could not resist)

Don't get me wrong.  I mean no disrespect to the fine people that do in fact have these occupations.  We as a society appreciate those who are willing to do these jobs, and I am not attempting to pass any judgement on those who do find themselves with these jobs.  Simply, I am making a list of jobs that I believe most people would not want to do.

However, yesterday I found a job that I would particularly dislike to have.  That job is not on my previous list, although most of those jobs I would  not care to do either.  The job that came to my attention yesterday as undesirable is:  New weatherman at the weather channel.

Here you are with your brand new job at the Weather Channel.  You're all excited about making the weather lively and entertaining.  You have aspirations that maybe you could be the next Letterman; prediciting hail stones the size of canned peas one day, and multi millionaire media personality endowing a scholarship for "C" students at your alma mater the next day.  Then comes along the storm of the century, the hurricane to end all hurricanes.  This storm is so bad that the Kraken refuses to be released.   Godzilla tells Tokyo "ねえ、あなたはあなた自身にある"

You prepare yourself for a long day at the office. Probably gonna be spending the night at the Weather Center breaking into regularly scheduled programming to show the world how well you can stand in front of a green screen and tell them how terrible the storm has become.  Then comes the call. It's your time to shine.  The Big Weather Guy Upstairs calls your name.  You make sure your hair looks good so you look great on TV.  Check that you have clean underwear so your mom will be proud.  Then you are given your assignment:  "Head on down to the beach so you can give us a report on how the storm is coming along."  Wait...What?

here's a little tune about it:
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=vWwgrjjIMXA

Now you are in a quandry.  You are going to be on TV, but you get to stand in rain coming at you sideways, 90 mph winds that gust up to 115mph, and you are given a cap, and a rain jacket.  You get to your post, and you're not even sure if you are facing the camera because your eyelids are flapping in the wind so badly that you can't even see.  Heck, for all you know they did not send a cameraman, and it's all a big prank just to see if you will do it. You also have a bit of trepidation about standing in calf deep water while surrounded by all the electrical equipment necessary to broadcast.

Finally, you see a light ahead of you and you believe that it is either your Guardian Angel come to take you home, or the cameraman.  Next, you hear someone in your ear ask, "how's the weather out there?"  Your first inlcination is to tell that faceless, dry voice to "suck it," but then  you realize that you are on air, and your mom is watching from her home in Oklahoma, where there is not a hurricane.  Somehow you manage to make the storm seem like it's not that big a deal.  You don't mention that the only reason you are able to stand in one place is that you nailed your boots to the ground.  Overall, you make the latest hurricane seem a bit exciting, glamorous even.  The faceless voice thanks your for your report, and you think to yourself "thank God, now I can get back to the office."  Then you hear that voice say, "We'll check back with you in a bit to continue our coverage of this storm."  Wait...What?  Maybe I should have been a dentist.

my favorite storm song:
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=lS-af9Q-zvQ