To the circus!

 I am tempted to join the circus.  The Ringling Bros & Barnum & Bailey train is parked just blocks from my house.  Perhaps they need an experienced Director of Human Resources.

I could recruit flame throwers and process visa applications for a whole tribe of Chinese acrobats.  I could work out a special two-for-one health insurance discount for the Siamese twins.  I'm sure I would be capable of mediating the fights between the Austrian lion tamer and the husband-and-wife team of Mexican contortionists.

I would live out of train car with nothing but a small suitcase of clothes and my pencil case.   I would shower in a bathroom the size of a broom closet and eat lots of french fries.  After the last Saturday night show, my circus buddies and I would sit in camp chairs by the rail car to drink a cold beer.  I don't like beer but I would learn to make concessions.  Unless my dwarf roommate starts snoring at night and I would get all cranky from lack of sleep.  Then again, there might be an hypnotist to help me with insomnia.

Oh, the adventures I would tell you! The dazzling pictures of my first elephant ride!  The tigers!  The red and white tents!  The music!  The applause!  The tight-fitting clothes with lots of sparkle!  I might start wearing a top-hat to hand out the paychecks!

To the circus, yes!