Dreaded Question

     Now that I have a new job, I can stop worrying about being asked the dreaded question: Where do you see yourself in five years?  (My interview last Friday was kind of a softball interaction, with no difficult questions.  I should be happy among these folks.)

     I always want to answer the question as follows.  "The usual places.  The play-side of a DVD, outside a store window.  My bathroom."

     Or maybe, "Well, Jim, quite frankly I'm an optimist: I'd like to think that in five years I will have begun seeing other people.  Trust me, I've been seeing myself long enough."  I like to keep things upbeat.