Mirrored Pond

I woke up w/ a start, my heart pounding, and breathing heavily.  Blitz actually walked across me to check that I was alright.  Don't remember  the horrible dream I was having except that it took place in outer space.  Pretty sure it was brought on by a little mind game I've been playing off and on.  In the Hitchiker's Guide to the Galaxy, there is a story about the spaceship from Golgafrincham.  The leaders of the planet decided they would do better if they eliminated the 'useless' third of their population so they convince them the planet must be evacuated and sent them off in a space ship to a new planet (promising the rest of Golgafrincham's population will be following in other space ships which, of course, never happens).    In The Guide, the useless third of the population are telephone sanitisers, management consultants, marketing executives, hairdressers, insurance salesmen, etc.  My mind game is what jobs would I consider 'useless" today. My first would be Social Media Influencer followed by Sign Spinners, Rest room attendant, Gas Station attendant, Elevator Operator, and Handbag Designer.  Then I remember Telemarketers - maybe they should be first.  There are probably a lot of Political Pundits  that could be 'shot off into space' w/o anyone missing them.  Golf might be a healthy pasttime but as a job?  To spice things up I add in security guards for Arnold Schwarzenegger, Chuck Norris, and  Jason Momoa.  Anyway, you get the drift.  Guess I need to put this game on the backburner for awhile - for some reason it's  scaring my subconcious.