The Job is Mine
I know that I am destined to live a life of leisure. I know I will eventually escape the daily grind.
Until now, I always thought I would achieve this goal the American way, by winning the lottery. I recently found out that the path will go through Australia, and I will actually have to keep on working.
The Australian state of Queensland is accepting applications for what they call the best job in the world. I know this thing has my name written all over it.
First off, the job comes with a golf cart. I have always wanted a golf cart. I know I try to stay young at heart, but when it comes to golf carts, I’m like a retired guy.
I would love nothing than to make the golf cart my primary mode of transportation. The only problem is that it would take a really long time to drive to my current job in a golf cart. Plus, my wife won’t let me.
That won’t be a problem when I spend a year in Australia making more than $100,000 taking care of Hamilton Island. That’s the job they have put out there for other people to chase in a futile effort before they realize that they have to hire me.
Second of all, they give you a place to stay. The gig comes with a three-bedroom house and transportation to and from Australia. I will have to pay to bring my wife and daughter with me, but that’s not a deal-breaker.
The rules do say you can’t bring an unlimited number of people with you. I guess that kind of rule applies to me who would have no problem shifting my family’s annual beach vacation to Australia for this year. They probably don’t want 30-some members of my family coming along for the ride. I don’t know if I would either to be honest.
However, I think the sands of Australia would make a perfect setting for a Shea cornhole tournament. The tourism board has no idea how many people would want to come to the area after we stream one of those events over the Internet.
Lastly, I know I can do all the things that they need the person in this position to do. I can feed the fish. I can collect the mail. And I can clean the pool.
OK, the last thing might be a stretch, but I am sure I can figure it out. They say that the pool has an automatic filter so that will greatly reduce the difficulty.
All that leaves is for me to explore all the things the region has to offer and report back to help grow tourism. I can totally talk about how awesome the place is.
My only problem with this whole exercise is that the position only lasts for six months. I don’t really want to leave the area and all that for the rest of my life, but I will probably need to go back to work once this Australian dream comes to an end.
I’ll need to find something that lets me continue to live the golf-cart lifestyle. I don’t think I could give that up after six months.