Currently Coveting

I apologize for my latest burst of book-worming.

Fueled by my current read by The Bloggess (sigh, also a book) and her tales of loathing,
this post is about someone who might make me tense up, narrow my eyes and heart beat faster.

His name is John Harrison.

[insert Fight Club chant]

He and his white coat, kind eyes, circle glasses and charming pastel polka-dot bow ties. Wipe that smug "my life is so much better than yours" smile off your face.

I've never met him but I know all I need to know to be slightly very extremely jealous.

You see, 

Mr. jolly John "I only eat with a golden spoon" Harrison

is Dreyer's Official Ice Cream Taster.

Source: dreyers.com

Yes, it is a real position.
And John Harrison has it.

Okay, jealousy is not a good feeling but I'm sure I'm not the only one that just discovered he possesses your dream job. Admission, this is probably not my dream job anymore since my body started rebelling against consuming large quantities of dairy; I can see myself (and everyone within a five-foot radius) getting rather uncomfortable everyday. But for the five-year-old version of me, this would have been my dream job back when and my diet was primarily ice cream, a bite or two whatever my parents forced me to eat, washed down with a few bowls of ice cream. Is there a cookie taster position anywhere? I would take it in a heartbeat (I hope it includes a gym membership).

Actually, if I go into cookie tasting I have no qualms with John.
Thank you Mr. John Harrison for keeping my Dreyer's ice cream tasting delicious
(and all the extra weight you probably gained in the name of quality control).

You can learn more about Mr. John Harrison and his job here.