Every time I turn on the TV or read something online (I won’t lie, I rarely have an actual newspaper in my hands.) there’s a story about some recently laid off lawyer or broker who decided to take their severance package and use it to start making cupcakes from their apartment (dude, isn’t that totally against like 40 health codes!?) or teach yoga to inner city kids.
Point is, people are changing their careers once they are forced out of the one they thought they would be in until they were financially comfortable enough to leave on their own terms. And they are loving these new careers… embracing them and not looking back, at least when the cameras and writers are focused on them.
It got me thinking - and not because anyone is forcing me out of any of my 20 jobs - about my next career.
Nothing has really jumped out at me and I think it’s because I’m happy with what I’m current doing.
But people recently have been telling me I’m really funny.
I’m not even sure if those feelings go beyond my Facebook status updates.
And I’m not sure what scale they are using when they measure my funniness.
But it’s all next stop comedienne for me.
Can you tell I’ve kinda let a handful of comments go to my head?
Either way, I now envision myself headlining at Caroline’s here in New York or The Mirage in Vegas.
“Ladies and Gentlemen, the comedic stylings of Vicki P.”
That’s right, I’d need a new name for my new career. Would need a fun “gonna make you laugh, so sit back with your beverage minimums” kind of name.
And I’d need a shtick …
Not exactly like Carlin’s Seven Words…. Maybe more like Lisa Lampanelli except without the mean comments and graphic sexual humor.
Oh wait. That wouldn’t work.
Whatever I decided, I’d want to make sure I didn’t get a talking to from my grandmother after my set was over.
So maybe I would just talk about nothing in particular.
Fudge that’s been done.
Maybe I’d just wear a ball gown through the whole set but not explain why I was dressed for an Inauguration.
Hmmm… I need to figure out my career backup plan because it’s either this idea or my other idea of selling balloons for $5 a pop in Central Park.
Hey, this girl has bills. 
