Of all the jobs in the world

There is a world of exciting jobs out there I could be doing.

For example, how exotic would it be to call oneself an Egg Collector? Yes, this was an actual job listed in an 1880 census. Or how about a Cotton Mill Worker. That could be stimulating. Somehow. I think.

Or a Feather Curler. I could have made a living curling feathers for the rich and famous. And if that didn't tickle me, I could have been a Surgical Instrument Maker. Important job this. Saving lives and stuff.

And if I wasn't in the mood to save lives, I could quite easily have chosen to be a Rodent Exterminator. Rats, be gone!

Or a Blacksmith. Or even a Gent at Large. Or my personal favorite because at some point, everyone would need one, a Coffin Maker. Morbid thought though.

but no, I had to go into advertising. And while there may be a market out there for Feather Curlers and Coffin Makers, there just doesn't seem to be anything going for an ad man.