<P>'Hey Stace. Take a look at this. It’s right up your alley.'</p><P>I glanced up from my book at my roommate Emma who was holding a newspaper. 'What is it?'</p><P>She scanned the paper. 'This daycare wants a pre-k teacher for their two-year-old class. This has your name all over it.'</p><P>I wrinkled my nose. 'Um no thanks.'</p><P>'I thought that you wanted to work in childcare.'</P><P>'Nooooo I want to work with children.'</p><P>Emma frowned. 'Okay. Isn’t teaching the same thing?'</P><P>'Nope.' I looked over at her. 'I don’t want to have a whole group of ankle biters. I want a nanny job. Preferably a live in nanny position. That would be better.'</P><P>Emma spread her arms. 'How cool would that be to have your own little class? They would be so cute. And-'</P><P>'Then you do it' I said shaking my head. 'I don’t have those types of aspirations.'</p><P>'Then what is it that you want?'</P><P>I sighed. 'Chelsea got a job as a nanny. Remember? She got to travel with the family on vacations. Had her own room and access to their kitchen and pool. And she got paid well. Very well.'</P><P>'Yeah but the parents were both like famous surgeons or something.'</P><P>'True. But that’s what I want.'</P><P>Emma tossed the paper in our recycling bin. 'You know gigs like that come once in a lifetime. She got lucky.'</P><P>I snorted. 'I'll just be honest. I want to make a lot of money without expending a lot of energy.'</P><P>'That’s everybody’s dream' Emma said opening her book. 'But some of us have to study. We’re not all born with good looks and daddy’s credit card.'</P><P>An Author's Republic audio production.</P>