While I do stop short of Spock level, I am endlessly logical. It suits me well enough, my life and career both benefit from this particular personality quirk and there's enough Ariel at the castle is real left in my head to balance it out.
Occasionally, I get evidence to refute my logic is beneficial claim.
I was in Anthropologie, purchasing a couple present and the cashier and I started chatting. One area where Anthro excels (sadly, less frequently than they used to) is excellent customer service. I mentioned which items were gifts and she wrapped them up and was asking me about who they were for and why I picked them and in the course of conversation it came up that I'm an economist. She commented on how interesting it must be, I said sometimes, etc. So then she asked if I could do anything, what would I do.
And I'm stumped. The logical side of my brain immediately contradicts all the "dream job" options I can conjure up. Bakery owner: generally requires a work day start time of 4am. (Also: would weigh a jillion pounds or get sick of sweets, neither is appealing). Anytime after I watch episodes of Gilmore Girls, have an inn: must deal with laundry and disgruntled people. Dancer: I love my couch. Dog walker: winter. And so on.
Even my beloved, would quit my current job in a second, Disney princess fantasy: too old, hot, would probably loathe whoever was playing my prince.
Am I really so logical that I can't even come up with a dream job?
I finish my reasons why not and the ever pleasant Anthro worker cocked her head, looked at me, and said ' you're a Virgo, aren't you.'