Growing up in Alaska, I always knew I wanted to get into aviation. In HS, I took a PP GS class and got my "learners permit". After 3 hours of sim, I proudly approached my Dad with my certificate and asked to use the plane for instruction. His reply was not only "NO" but "Hell NO"!
I was forced to abandon my dreams for a mechanical engineering degree. After 3 years in pursuit of that degree I changed my major to aviation and never looked back. (My parents didn't speak to me for a while.)
However having a degree and a DX license doesn't guarantee a job...especially in Alaska. My aviation career humbly began cleaning aircraft. From there, I was promoted to "biffy girl" <smurfette they called me> and then on to the ramp (I loved the ramp, had a ton of fun). From there, I was asked to move into ops where I became a FF and load planner...then was laid off.
I heard through the "grapevine" that a small carrier was hiring someone for a "pilot records clerk" and thought "Hey, I can do that". So I applied and got an interview. During the interview, the interviewers noticed I had a DX license and they asked me if I'd rather dispatch. The answer was not only "YES!" but "H.E.L.L. YES!" (Well not those exact words but you get the drift)
I spent a couple years there and moved to my current position. Fast forward 12 years and I'm still "waiting for my ship to come in". *sighs*