Either Prime Minister (although I just mentioned this idea to a colleague and he said that the prospect of that was scary!) or a highly qualified psychologist working in intelligence i.e. desiging psychological profiles for MI5, giving advice on behaviour and motivations of terrorists etc. When I’m bored of that I’d then just go into practice as a psychotherapist.
Add some structural engineering, that needs a bit more than an architect’s understanding of weight bearing and material engineering. Figuring out where and how to restore walls is more important than salvaging the pretty parts.
Screw archeologist.
I want to be the head of Homeland Security.
First thing I would do is rip out the rulebook and start from scratch.
Installation of metal detectors and explosives detectors, and adding trained canines for bomb sniffing to walk patrols in the concourse. Patdowns occur with a metal detector or explosives detector alarm.
Wands will be used on people with crutches, canes and wheelchairs. I believe there is also a handheld sniffer that can detect explosives residue, otherwise a gentle swiping of the external areas may be used [I obviously need more research in that subject. I dont claim to be an expert already.] Institute a medical ID program for prosthetics and modifications so we can try and eliminate the crap with mammary or other prosthetics and ostomy supplies. Perhaps have 1 medical TSA nurse to handle those in a private screening area.
Roll back to what is allowed in the carryons - factory sealed containers of liquids and pastes. I do not see that there is much risk involved in that 4 oz mouthwash or that rogaine shampoo spoo. Explosives detectors can check for residue in the bags as well.
Make a firm listing of what is not allowed as weapons or weapon usable. I somehow don’t think a nailclipper is all that dangerous. Put a desk with some small box that can be popped down and put onto your airplane with any contraband that you forgot was in your bag.
Come on people, if the terrorist wants to take down an airplane, they can smuggle in a shoulder launched device and not die in the resulting fire. There are a lot of civilian targets out there that are totally unguarded.
The whole homeland security crap is full of inefficient faux security. The whole process nationwide needs to actually be looked at by someone without any vested interest in any single part that is now extant. The various departments and divisions rolled into it need to be dismantled and one single authority emplaced after consideration and thought is applied. There are so many little fiefdoms pulling every which way for their own benefit to the lesser benefit of the other units it is stupid.
The legal requirements in Spain for a degree in architecture are a bit heavier on the structural side than those in the US. Just a bit. The legal requirement for a degree as a Restoration Architect is Architecture (six years plus a Project which must be defended in a viva) followed by the Arts Specialty in Architectural Restoration (two years plus a second project, with its own viva).
You only think that’s light because you have no idea what’s actually involved.
Female age 55–Musical theatre performer.
Male, 26. Professional soccer player. Not $60k a year MLS player, although I’d love that too, but where I could travel for the rest of my life after retirement, if I wanted.
Still sleepy, so I read that as: male 44 - Lead Operatic Terror
Anyway, myself: male 44 - film director
Can I change my answer and say I would like to be a 22 year old left handed hispbanic origin releif pitcher in baseball.
Female 31, television actress on a long-lived series.
Huh, first time I’ve gotten that. And here I thought I was the paragon of masculinity on these boards…
Female-of a certain-FBI Profiler.
Overpaid figurehead in some well-established international business.
Or a hand model.
Female, 47. I’m torn between my childhood aspiration, a veterinarian, and what I think I’d actually like to do now, which is law.
That, or run a fabulously successful little shoe shop on the beach.
Male, 27. Rock star.
Or astronaut.
Or astronaut rock star. Yeah.
Right now, I’d love to be a fully qualified actuary.
Female, 30. Fighter pilot!
Ever since I saw the thread title I’ve had “Danger Zone” in my head. HIIIIIWAY TO THE DANGER ZONE!
Female, 23. I’m going to go with gymnast, because I’d love to have the strength, balance, and flexibility to do all those crazy things with my body.
Really? It’s the patients that turn me off.
Female, 62.
What I’d like to do to satisfy my need to make small steps toward a difference would be professor at a college of medicine educating potential doctors on chemical dependency.
For a lark, and to make some bucks, I’d be a doctor of plastic surgery specializing in tattoo removal.
Male, 53.
I’d like to be a half-Japanese neurosurgeon, particle physicist, race car driver, rock star and comic book hero.