I Need to Become an Aidworker (1)

For the past few months I've been thoroughly enjoying the "You've Been An Aidworker Too Long" posts on my favorite blog, The Road to the Horizon. The blogger, Peter, is a serial expat and longtime aidworker who periodically does these "You've Been An Aidworker Too Long" posts that keep me laughing (as I write this there are currently 12 of them). Besides the enjoyment I get at laughing pretty hard at them, I also appreciate them because it's sort of a glimpse into my future. 

Besides the obvious reasons for wanting to become an aidworker (helping those in need, bringing peace to unstable areas, and so on), I've come up with some other viable reasons I want - no, need - to become an aidworker. So to pay homage to Peter's hilarious posts, I will periodically be doing my own "Why I Need to Become an Aidworker" posts as  I think of more and more reasons why aidwork is the only career that's fit for me.

Reason #1 why I need to become an aidworker: I can't cook or bake to save my life. The bowl of fruit that's pictured above is about as fancy as I get. I tried baking muffins and cooking potstickers the other day, but all that resulted was a floury goop for muffins and hot cooking oil splattered on my arms from the potstickers. Needless to say, it wasn't a success. The good thing I've come to find about aidwork is that there are people who cook for the expats, or at least that's the impression I get. Even if there is no cook, at least the one thing I know how to make is rice - and that I could live on for years. 

1 comment:

  1. I have no doubt you will become and aid worker and an awesome and inspiring one at that!


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