As Momzilla's eldest child readies to enter fourth grade, it is only natural that obsessive career consideration should begin. Gone are the days of "I want to be a ballerina" or "I want to be a fireman" or the entirely fantastical "I want to be an ice skater." (pffft!) Indeed, our youth are bombarded with future career opportunities at every turn.
Take, for example, the advert bar on top of my web-based e-mail service. Small cartoon characters whirl around, labeled with career opportunities for people who are apparently so busy surfing the web or bloinking through TiVO recordings that they don't have time to watch midday ads for ITT Tech on the television. Yes, apparently with a single click, anyone who is computer literate can become a teacher, accountant, social worker, HR officer, police officer or SWAT, nurse, or...bounty hunter.
This is one of those moments when the shower of emotion that befalls any person who can string two sentences (or even clauses) together, is nearly beyond words. As a nurse, I am horrified that my entire profession is represented by a whirling cartoon equal to that of a bounty hunter, and fairly certain that institutions that produce bounty hunters equally to nurses or social workers, may not be providing a world-class health care education. As a parent, I am quite certain that "bounty hunter" should never appear on a list of career choices presented to a young child. As a sometimes rubbernecker, I wish that my fear of traceable cookies and an inbox full of spam did not overpower my morbid curiosity and prevent me from clicking on the bounty hunter cartoon, just to see.
Does anyone know what bounty hunters make in a year? Momzilla wonders...maybe it would pay for skating?