Dream Job I started the New Year off with grandiose plans to find a job that would pay me on a semi-regular basis.  2005 was not a good year, employment-wise, for me – a broken toe ended my one-day stint as a cleaning lady and the seemingly perfect job at a Japanese tea salon ended rather nastily due to what I’ll call ‘irreconcilable differences.’  So with high spirits and a dash of optimism, I went out and applied to the closest retail establishments, but after three applications and greatly diminished enthusiasm, I decided I didn’t really need a job.  I mean, there was sure to be a rebate check with my name on it, any day now, from my friends at Sprint.  Maybe I’ll try again next month, I figured. But with the magic of the internet, even a weak-willed homebody like me can find a dream job without leaving the comfort of my sweatpants.  Move over alcohol, because online job listings are without a doubt the best thing to happen to shy/bookish people like me.  (Just don’t use them together or you might find yourself considering the wonderful world of selling your eggs to fertility clinics.) So a big thanks to the Internet, (and a shout out to my friend, Lady Luck) for I am no longer a poor, aimless college student.  I am a professional, part-time, temporary cookie decorator.  You might think I’m joking because isn’t this too good to be true?  I can scarcely believe it myself.  In fact, the only other jobs that would be this good are as follows:     - hand sanitizer quality control, smell department     - professional Taboo® player But it’s true.  Dreams of pastry decorating really do come true.