Writing for Smithsonian magazine. They not only send me to far-off destinations to research and write cool articles, they PAY me to do it. National Geo would work as well.
Speaking of that, how’s that NG editor job coming, Eve?
job? I want to be a mommy. A full-time soccer/PTA mom, entirely engaged in my kids lives. Beyond that I guess I want to be a marcom manager. Integrating the marketing mix throughout every part of a good company. With 6 weeks a year vacation so I can see the whole world.
Well, I like what I do now (grad student, freshman comp teacher). However, I’d really like to try teaching English as a foreign language, ideally in some country with cheap wine and lots o’ old stuff.
I figure having a doctorate can’t hurt, however, so that’s what’s holding me back at the moment. I’m planning to look seriously at foreign universities when the time comes.
And in the realm of pure fantasy … street musician. Not being able to sing or play anything is a fairly major obstacle, though.
White House Correspondent for The New York Times.
What’s holding me back? Age and experience. I’m 23 and just getting started in the world of political journalism. It will probably take an incredible degree of luck and dedication to get my dream job, but I’m probably closer to it than most people.
I would also settle for chief Congressional correspondent, only because traveling with the president all the time would make it hard to have a family, and my future wife would probably be fearing for my life every second I was with the prez.
Being a science corrspondent would be cool too. I’d like to be the first journalist on Mars. But I just don’t have the expertise for the subject matter. I imagine my story would be much like The Onion’s story about man walking on the moon from “Our Dumb Century.” 
NASCAR Winston Cup driver. Given the chance, I think I could have been a champion. I have the latest NASCAR sim on my computer so I can kick the butts of the current stars anytime I want.
Professional sleeper.
I’m in training for the Olympics, now, getting in a solid 14 hours a day, but the real money is in turning Pro.
I’ve always wanted to start a book store…
Then Barnes & Nobles came, and, well, any book store would be bulldozed within hours of being started. So much for that.
I think I’d be a really excellent jazz pianist with some popular crossover appeal. I think that would be cool.
I played golf with a guy once whose job was to design sand traps for Great White Shark Enterprises (Greg Norman’s golf course design firm). When he didn’t have a current project, he played other designers courses to see what they were doing, design-wise. He had just returned from six months in China. I want his job.
- Studying nudibranchs
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- National Geographic photographer
Meh. Apologies for the repeat. My computer is playing games with me 
Well, I really like the job I’ve got now. I’m the “computer guy” at my company, so I’m surrounded by many flavors of technology. I work at a casino which is way better than any other tech support job I’ve had. Plus, they make assloads of money and they’re always trying to stay ahead in the info tech field so we get to try out some of the latest stuff.
My dream tech job would be a cushy job in AI research at some high falutin’ company.
Of course, since we’re dreaming here’s two other jobs I’ve always wanted:
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Winona Ryder’s personal assistant. I don’t think I need to say anything else.
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The Anti Christ. Sure, I know in the end what will happen but it’s bound to be a wild ride until then.
Dream dream jobs:
- Singer. Either jazz diva (think little black dresses, smokey bars) or operatic star.
- Orang-utan keeper at the zoo.
Realistic (maybe) dream job:
Working in cancer research, something that let me do lab research and see patients as well, and publish lots of papers and get flown around the world to conferences.
Either a chef in a VERY small restaurant (maybe 6 tables), where I get to change the menu according to my whim and what looks good in the market and what ethnicity I feel like experimenting with that day, or a maker of art glass. Yeah, an asthmatic glassblower: very realistic.
I’d like to be a lumberjack, in the mighty redwood forest.
Leaping from tree to tree … with ma best girlie by my side…
Long ago the son of a friend asked me about my hobby-photography. I taught him all I knew and a few years later he
became the ship’s photographer on the QE2. Jammy bastard!
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Major league Umpire. :D:D:D:D
I’d really like to be a lactation consultant, but frankly, we just don’t have the money to dump into training. Last time I was in Dublin, I had to find one for an emergency visit and there were only two in the entire phone book. I’m sure I’d be busy and have a lot of patients, but the training is too expensive for us now.
Until I had children, I wanted to be a tutor for the chlidren of the Rolling Stones as they toured the world. Ron Wood’s children and their tutor came to visit our international school in Tokyo when the Stones were in concert.
I spoke briefly with the tutor and she worked 4 hours a day and had the rest of the time off. She saw all their shows, went on fabulous vacations where she stayed in five-star hotels and saw the world. What a job!
When puberty kicked in, the dream job was pimp.
When the raging hormones were finally brought under some sort of control, fighter pilot.
When the defective eyesight was confirmed, the fifth Beatle.
When the complete lack of musical talent became apparent, Formula 1 driver.
Since realising I was twenty years to late to achieve that aprticular dream, I have wanted to be one of the idle rich. I blame my father for not being fabulously wealthy to enable me to adopt my career of choice. Mind you, he blames his father…:mad:
A massage therapist on a tropical island. Behind the open-air hut in which I would live, there would be a delightful secret garden, surrounded by tall jungle plants, and filled with deliciously scented flowers & such. My massage table would be set in the middle of the garden. Maybe there could be a waterfall at one end, and a stream running alongside the table? A babbling brook, perhaps? Ooh la la!
I want to be superman