http://newsminer.com/pages/full_story/p ... left_top_3 This sounds like the coolest job on the planet to me. Since I plan on moving to Alaska anyway, why not the cool ass job to go with it? I'm sure some people might think time alone (weeks) in the mountains, away from family, cell phones and assorted bullshit sounds horrible. These people are not married. I think I could happily kill a person for this job. Focus: What would your dream job be? Alternate focus:What is the shittiest sounding job you've ever heard of?
Sometimes I dream of dropping all responsibility and becoming a McBitch, a la Kevin Spacey in American Beauty. Minimal stress, free fries, and when you leave work, it stays there (with the exception of the lingering scent of fried potatoes). Plus, I've always wanted to do it in a walk in freezer.
I've always thought that working on the set of a Muppet movie would rock. Think about it...you get to be around muppets all day. How awesome would that be?
I would love to be a pilot, specifically one of those island-hopping tropical paradise pilots. Fly around by day, shooting the shit with travelers from across the globe, and getting drunk and fucking tourists by night. That would be a sweet gig for a few years. Problem is, they are not hiring and I am not a pilot, nor do I have the ~100k for all the training and licensing. I guess bar tending or doing some tourist-guide shit in a warm destination would be tits. More realistically, I wouldn't mind being a snowboard patrol or instructor on some incredible mountain. Or video game tester, a la grandma's boy. Or professional photographer. Or on the marketing/sales team at a company like intel, apple, or google. Basically, I am trying to follow the old saying of "make your hobby your job, and never work a day in your life". Too bad no one will pay me to rub one out and take frequent naps.
If it weren't for the social, moral and eventual personal distaste for it, I don't think many guys here wouldn't agree to do a couple of porn shoots. Either behind or in front of the camera. Maybe it's just me but I think I'd be a great porn director, for the record. No more of that "up the guy's asshole" angle. No more!
Easy answer. Travel writer. Not your everyday travel magazine correspondent, either. I want to do it in the style of Paul Theroux.. I want to take my time seeing the dank, dirty, dangerous places of the world, and I want someone to pay me a nice sum to write about them. If I manage to make this happen, I don't see myself wanting to do anything else ever again.
Years ago when I worked for an ad agency, I was invited to a Sports Illustrated Swimsuit Issue party. All the models were there, yada, yada, yada. But they showed a little film of the shoot for the issue, and here was some guy who's job it was to sculpt the sand on the models' bodies. Yeah, he got paid to do this. In exotic places (double entendre intended). I still want that job.
I think being a skydiving instructor would be awesome for a few years. Get paid to jump out of goddamn plane? Hell yes. Being a bush pilot would also be fun, something I kinda want to look into doing for a bit if it's feasible. I've had a tremendous desire to fly since I was a little kid, and flying a little plane would be as close as I could get to that short of waking up as superman or buying a jet pack. Plus you get to see beautiful scenery from 1000s of feet in the air.
My answer for years has been the same: Fishing Guide. Once I actually acquired a "real" job, moved to Florida and started fishing in saltwater, I've always wanted to hang it all up, get a boat and be a guide. I don't want to even talk about living and being a guide down in the Keys*, it only makes me depressed knowing there is 99.999% chance it will never happen. Ah, Keys Disease... * No, I am not a Parrot Head.
Pretty much what Tony Bourdain is doing right now. Traveling around the world to eat and drink while getting paid sounds like the greatest job in the world.
My dream job would be to be involved in the boxing business, but in a way where it provides enough income to live off of. I currently work as a columnist for a boxing website, which doesn't pay much at all but allows me to attend boxing cards for free in the press section for fights I would normally pay to see anyways. I also am working with a promoter on putting together a professional boxing card in Richmond, California for early next year. I'm not going to make a lot on it because I'm not risking any of my own money, but I will gain valuable experience as well as being able to attach my name to it and it could be a launching pad for future ventures in the business of promoting boxing. Ultimately, my dream job would be doing the color commentary for HBO's boxing programming. Or being the matchmaker for HBO because I have long held the belief that with HBO's budget I could put together a superior product for a lot less money.
Focus: A professional hooker tester sounds pretty good in my books. Anti-focus: Kindergarten teacher would have to trump my list of shit jobs. I couldn't stand being around snotty little fuckers complaining incessantly all day, I think I'd go all Fort Hood on their arses.
If I were a free man, I'd move out to the B.C. interior and work locums making obscene amounts of money on an hourly basis, and in my off-time, ski however much I wanted. In the summer I'd, well, find other shit to do on the mountain. I also wouldn't mind taking a job on Richard Branson's private island in the Virgin Islands, or private game reserve in South Africa.
I'd volunteer to take over R. Lee Ermey's job on Lock N Load. Fame and fortune to basically ride around in tanks and helicopter gunships and blow shit up on TV.
Dive Master/ Scuba Instructor. Live on a sweet tropical island and only make enough money to get by, but at the same time have zero stress.
I'm pretty well in love with the job I hold now. I'm a security guard at a research lab in the middle of the New England woods. My job is to listen to the radio and read. Sometimes I walk around and enjoy the colorful leaves and our local waterfowl, who live in the large pond on the site. The woods contain an area of dirt which, somehow, was irradiated in the 50's. It's so low-level that you'd literally have to eat the dirt to get any radiation, but for legal reasons nobody can go there. So myself and my supervisor spend the day shooting the shit and enjoying the forest. Sometimes we bring DVDs or workout equipment. Even better than this? I don't know. I'm tremendously lazy and I love to read, so there's almost nothing in the world that would let me pursue those passions (laziness and literature).
Super-dream job: Doing a combination Anthony Bourdain/ Adam Richman/ Clay Travis gig. That is, travel, eat insane amounts of good food, watch sports, and write/host a TV show about all 3. Realistic dream job: Liquor rep or restaurant consultant. Alt-focus: Proctologist or sperm bank attendant.