I hope to work at an umbrella factory. Ever since being a child, I have appreciated the unique motions of the umbrella. Unparalleled in all of man's creation, and unrivaled in nature, the conic beauty of the umbrella has become iconic in my heart. I have wanted to work at an umbrella factory for years because of my deep rooted interest in them. As a young student in university, I finally was able to articulate to my parents my most intimate desire for not just a job, or a career--I was able to expound my calling to my parents. Initially there was silence. My parents looked at me with quizzical expressions illuminating their thoughts within. First, my father spoke. ""KezMetch, I don't think you should spend so much energy focusing on a dark thing."" My mother spoke next. ""Son..."" but my father began again: ""I just don't think you should do that. I spent time around umbrella makers when I was your age."" My ears perked up. ""They were not nice people, KezMetch. They were of poor character. In fact, their business was run by evil. Like a gang."" My mother nodded gently, in agreement. ""I think..."" she then looked at her husband for reassurance. ""I think, what your father is tying to say, is that...the umbrella makers were in a shady business."" **TLDR** it's a shady business