As some of you may know, I’m working toward my master’s in library science. Recently, one of my classes required me to write a career trajectory paper, outlining my plans in detail for the next five years. Keep in mind I’m still agonizing over what kind of vacation I want to take within the next three months. (I’ve a friend who is partaking in a month-long jaunt across the Great Lakes in all but a pirate ship, so this is motivation/pressure to come up with something as equally cool and adventurous.)

Needless to say, I didn’t feel it prudent to state in the career trajectory how I truly envisioned my future, which hopefully looks something not unlike the following:

There’s a factory of foxy guys doing some hot blue collar work in the rain while their mistress oversees them in her factory tower, and by “oversees,” I mean she writhes about in vintage lingerie, is chained to her mattress and crawls across the floor to lap up some milk. Then a hot guy strides into her room (with great authority!) and returns her lost cat and everyone expresses themselves while some guys start a fight in the yard. I’ve little idea why everything is like that, but only care that it is.  I have the cat (in gray)–I’m practically on my way!

And who can’t rally behind the song’s enduring message? I’m a devotee.

-LZ.