What do I want to be when I grow up? Well, that's quite a difficult question. There are just so many occupations I like. When I was young, I longed to be an artist. Then, architect. Then, a neurologist. Now, I want to be a garbage picker. You know, the people who wander around in wastelands who stumble across an old cookie jar? Then they take it to a professional who tells them it was actually an ancient artifact from Egypt that survived over a thousand years? Then they sell it up in an auction which in turn bids for a billion bucks? THAT kind.

Now, many may look down on this job, but unlike the majority, I'M SELF-EMPLOYED. Therefore, I do not have anyone to fire me and leave me on the streets.