Roller Coaster Architect

Someone, somewhere is currently enrolled in school and in the future their job will be to design roller coasters.

I love gambling, but not in the traditional sense. Black jack is boring but feels winnable. Craps is confusing and roulette has the worse odds of all of them, at least I am told. Risks are so much more rewarding when the odds aren’t purely mathematical and they involve real life stakes that aren’t directly financial or knowable.
I love talking to strangers, writing my number in books and donating them. I love trying to guess the name of someone I have never heard of, but is brought up in conversation like, my brother, or my manager.
“You’re brother Dave?”
Confused, they will usually respond, “No… Chris”

“Oh yeah, your manager Bjorg is a real mess”.
“What?”

I find the responses from less playful people are the best when I say it with confidence. “No… Lauren…” they might reply with a confused squint. I’ll usually know in a moment if I want to continue in the conversation if I think they think that I am stupid.

Anyhoo. I like taking risks! I like lining up decisions that if they work out, the only possible answer is fate or divine intervention.

So when I enrolled as in college and ignored all the easy, fiducially responsible signs of where to take this path, but instead just plowed ahead towards designing roller coasters. I didn’t care! I wanted to chase the story. I wanted to tempt fate. I knew with roller coaster design, there is no hedging my bets. There could be no second guessing myself or meekly approaching my dream job. Yes, there would be wins and loses and I would surely have ups and downs, but I committed to seeing this through with the enthusiasm of a child about to ride… well… a roller coaster.

And if I knew one thing for certain, this was going to be one hell of a ride.