Dump Truck Dreaming

I've got big dreams. When I was a little girl, I would always look out of my bedroom window on Sunday nights to see the dumptruck stop at the end of our driveway. The two guys hanging onto the back of the truck would hop off, throw our trash in the back, hop back on the truck, and then head off to their next stop. Don't know why, but ever since I was little, I've always wanted to ride on the back of a dumpster as it made its nightly rounds. Just to hang on as it drove down the street, the cool night air whipping by me...it'd be great! Oh yeah, then there's the rank smell of garbage that I'd have to suffer through...but it's only a minute obstacle. I told my good friend Jenell about this and she stated that she's going to see it that my dream comes true. I don't doubt this, she can make almost anything possible.
During the summer while I'm up in Minnesota, I want to have a lot of odd jobs...and I want to work the night shift. I hope to be a published writer someday and I just want to obtain a lot of weird jobs. It'd be good story fodder. I guess I could work for Waste Management INC. I also want to be a Morticians Assistant at some point...what else could I do?...