Candy, Candy Everywhere

During a spontaneous trip to Disneyland this weekend, I found myself once again thinking about my childhood dream job aspirations. For the first time in my life, I was not drawn to being an attraction operator (think Tiki Room or Haunted Mansion) and actually considered being a character. Ben and I were walking around the park early in the morning and I saw all the various princesses meeting up before they hit the Disney pavement. All these little kids were running up to them with such awe and excitement. And even though I would probably get very tired of the heat and the kids, seeing their reactions made it a pretty desirable job.

And before I get criticized for wanting to be a "princess," since princesses are considered so harmful to the independence of women -- I actually decided I wanted to be Mary Poppins. She gets to walk around with Burt instead of dwarves or field mice and seemed to be pretty confident in her coolness.

Anyway, the point of this story is that when I got to work today, I walked into our kitchen looking for a snack to eat. It was after opening two of our kitchen drawers that I realized that we come pretty damn close to meeting a child's dream office needs -- we literally have drawers filled to the brim with candy. Anil and I joked that the only thing we're missing is an office filled with gummy bears and a ball pit.

If you like candy, we're still hiring.