A participant in a living, educational Stone Age Community, with enough paid to support my family (I would need very little money). Throw in some stints at archeologial sites and subsequent writing, and I’d die a happy camper (occasional two weeks in the autumn woods, clad in buckskin, eating pemmican around the fire is just not enough).
Bibliographic instructor in an academic library, or alternatively, a corporate trainer who specializes in teaching the ropes to newly arrived foreign workers who may or may not speak English very well. I would teach them the basic technology involved in the company, help them with their English, and work with them to fill out paperwork, find apartments, get their kids into school, and all the other stuff that makes these guys’ lives hell the first few weeks after they step off the plane. I’m not at all sure this position even exists anywhere, but I’d love to do it or something like it.
I’m taking steps. I’ve gotten back into database programming (which every bib. instructor should at least be familiar with nowadays), and I’m applying for grad schools to get my masters of education to supplement the MLS I already have. I’m hoping for something like the above, but truth be told I’d just be happy with getting out of the library I’m in now. We’ll see.
Forgot to add that this would be an awesome job. I met a woman who used to be a prison librarian. After listening to her ramble on about it for 30 minutes, I wanted to be a prison librarian.
I’d say go for it.
I used to have my dream job.
Now I finally am 100% certain what I want to be when I grow up … Retired.
Money aside? I’d love to own and run a revival movie house. I don’t have nearly the time to watch all the great, not-so-great, fun and fascinating movies, shorts, cartoons, etc. that I;d like. It used to be one of my favorite things to do - there’s nothing like seeing this stuff on the big screen as intended. I’d also have 25-cent popcorn nights.
I’d love to be a clever travel writer, like Bill Bryson or Tim Moore. I’d love to have a publishing company hand me a credit card and tell me to go have fun in Peru or something and spout about it afterward. Or, like Rick Steves without all the suck.
Mrs Cake–that sounds like a riot. I’ve been to a bunch in the northwest like that (with beer and pizza/burgers, of course).Why doesn’t that business model spread faster, damnit!? It would be so awesome in college towns.
Write, edit, and proofread for a living–and sell a screenplay now and then.
Being the creative director of a video game.
While the business I am getting educated in, filmmaking, is endlessly satisfying to me, I have always felt video games are the superior medium because of user-generated enjoyment. Almost everything in a film is “put there” and the cleverer, more adept at catching things or more intellectual you are, the more you get out of it. But in a game, you create moments that entertain yourself given only a sandbox to play in.
For instance, for example, a Left 4 Dead match I played recently with three friends. I posted this recently on my website, so I’ll just quote myself.
That kind of experience can only be brought together by factors that can’t be controlled, but only facilitated. And that’s why I want to be a video game designer when I’ve told the stories I want to tell in film.
When I grow up, I want to be an education specialist in international development. I’d work with governments and NGOs in developing countries to improve their educational systems and help coordinate social programs to encourage attendance.
I’m working on getting there. Check back in a couple years.
I have the perfect job for me; I just wish I had a better boss …
When I retire, I would like to tutor highschool kids to do what I do; the world, or at least most businesses, would be much better off if there were more people like me.
That is, if they can get along with the boss; someone else will have to teach them to do that.
I’d want to be a SCM for a Fortune 500. Handling the supply chain from the mines in Whereveristan to the finished goods being sold on 5.th Avenue. Making all that happen, at the best, fastest and cheapest way possible, would be a hoot!
It might even happen. I’m still young and working myself up the chain.
I’d love to be a professional raft guide; as long as I didn’t have to actually take any whiny, clueless guests downriver. It’d be just my buddies and me doing laps on rivers all over the world like those surfer dudes in that movie “Endless Summer”
I have to quote office space here. I agree with both the bum and the main character. I’d either do two chicks at the same time, or absolutely nothing at all. Seriously, if I could still somehow live comfortably, I would do nothing but lounge around all day. I don’t understand people that feel compelled to keep busy with some occupation, even if they had enough money to support themselves without working for the rest of their lives.
Is money a concern in this exercise? Or since we are dreaming anyways, does it not matter that our dream job might not pay enough to support a family?