You loved playing Nancy Drew, Girl Detective in third grade, and you're always looking for the little things to solve crimes. "Oh, there's Chuck's gum wrapper on the ground. That proves he was here at noon. He did it!"
You're trying to pull up your chemistry grade at your community college. A professor takes pity on you and hires you on as an intern at a lab at the medical examiner's office. Soon, you're happily helping him analyze blood splatter patterns at crime scenes.
You're a full-time forensic scientist at the medical examiner's office where you started as an intern. You are even making a living wage. Pretty soon you'll be running the place.
You're chief scientist and you no longer get your hands dirty—everyone else does the grunt work and reports to you. But you're the one who testifies in court—endlessly.
Life is good—you're working as a consultant to all the CSI shows, giving them ideas for shows, scenes, characters. You're making tons of money. Maybe you'll write a script about Nancy Drew, Girl Forensic Scientist.