  When I was a little kid, I used to fantasize about going to a medical vocational school so I could be the lady that gives the sick little girl the lollipop like in the commercial. I still sort of think I should. My grandma teaches at one of those schools. She says all the girls (yes, it's ALL girls) in her class are on parole.
I like that idea so much. Bryman, my school of choice between the ages of 9 through 13, has the best commercials: some lady training to run the front desk at a dental office goes into somewhere and the service person complains about her own hours/lack of money to buy Burning Glaciers tickets and the trainee tells them about how easy life in the medical field can be for non-doctors/nurses. I could do that. Plus the ladies who go to Bryman apparently always have fun there. Whenever they show shots of the classes in session, everyone is smiling.
I didn't smile ALL the time in college. Sometimes... but definitely not all the time. The strange thing about being a non-doctor/nurse and still working in a hospital or medical, um, environment is that you still have to deal with sick people only you can't help them. Well, you can help them fill out their paperwork. Or help them find out their blood pressure. But, even if you take their blood sample correctly, you're really only helping the person who works in the lab help the patient.
You don't even get the credit. Or the pay. It's so weird to finish college and pretend to be a normal person and file papers and use job-specific code words with co-workers on the bus ride home. I can't decide if I hate growing into an old person or if I just really miss learning something new from any outlet other than the little flashes of info on the TV guide station. A little bit of both? 
