My dream job may seem rediculous to some, but to me, it's the best thing in the world. I want to be a janitor at Walt Disney World. (Wow, that sounds really retarded out loud. ) Why, you ask? Well, Walt Disney World was a huge source of happiness for me. My family would always vacation there and there would be fighting, but it was just... something I can't describe when I went there. It was... magical. I know I probably wouldn't feel the same way if I went there now (it would probably feel less "magical"). Anyway, one time when we were at Walt Disney World, we couldn't find something and we were in MGM Studios. We approached this old man sweeping up some trash and asked him the question. I don't remember what he said, but he made for some very pleasant conversation. And I just thought he looked so happy, calmly sweeping away at some napkins to give the park its amazingly clean feeling. If I had that job, I could quietly remember all of my happy memories in that beautiful place. I can't describe how I feel about this. Words cannot describe feelings this strong.
everyone uses every function about evenly. take NE for example. if there are those who don't use it much, then why are there such massive amounts of people constantly flowing through Wallmart with 20 items or less?