Your real job and your fantasy job

Real Job: graphic designer (Level of Satisfaction: 2 out of 10)

Fantasy Job: food critic/writer

Alternate Fantasy Job: Cheese Shop Owner!

Real: Safety Basis at a plutonium facility.

Fantasy: Weapons Design (not necessarily nuclear).

Real Job: Computer Operator (AS400), contract employee

Fantasy Job: Hmmmmm… military analyst. The guy that looks at maps, reads reports on what the enemy is doing right now, and determine what the enemy is going to do in the future.

Barring that, is there a job for being a porn fluffer, only for the girl stars? That would be cool too.

Real Job: Postal Worker
Fantasy Job: Well… this one is strange. I don’t care about status or fulfillment or anything (not directly work-related, anyway. As a consequence, then sure). I’d like something mundane and blue collar that is piece work, but that pays stupidly high rates. Something weird and easy, but also boring (possibly to assuage my guilt at earning so much). A job like owning a small hand-dug 19th century-style gold mine that is on the mother lode, and when I want money, I just go down there for a few minutes and I’ve got a few grand. Or even some strange thing where an eccentric billionaire says, “I’ll pay you 50c for every time you hit the ENTER key on your PC”. Something like that.

Real Job: Technical Director for a medium sized theatre company.

Fantasy job: Technical Director of a medium size theatre company, with a much bigger budget.

That way I still get to play with the toys without the union putting up a fuss. The people in my position in larger theatres don’t get to get their hands dirty and actually make stuff. My latest toy is the tiny fogger I had to build it into a fake acme style bomb so it smokes like a mofo. Fun stuff. There is nothing like telling people you are making a bomb at work today.

Real job: Senior engineer

Fantasy job: Starship captain.

Fantasy job in the real world: Author of successful, best selling sf series.

Given everything, though, my real job now is close enough to a fantasy job to make me pretty happy.

Real: Traindriver

Fantasy: Traindriver

:smiley:

Real job: lawyer/office manager

Fantasy Jobs:

  1. Retired
  2. Fighter Pilot
  3. Starship Captain/Commander of Babylon 5
  4. Raid level druid or tank
  5. Linebacker, New Orleans Saints
  6. Pro Wrestler or booker/promoter
  7. Chief Justice of the Supreme Court
  8. Supreme Dictator for Life
  9. Actor/Director
  10. Technical Director for Sports Network

Real Job: Mother, wife, administrator, wench, soon to be student.

Fantasy Job: Wakeboard instructor or fishing guide.

Real Job: Brand-new, just-signed actor in Vancouver.
Fantasy Job: Actor playing a recurring or regular character on Battlestar Galactica.

Fingers crossed.

Congrats, Max! And good luck! :slight_smile:

Real Job: Programmer/Analyst/Computer Help Desk with long commute

Fantasy Job: Build Team for MythBusters or owning and operating a used book/rare item shop from the ground floor of my large eccentric Victorian house in a very nice walking town.

Real job: Unix System Administrator
Fantasy job: Pipe Organ Engineer

Seriously. Maybe one day, I’ll just go for it. I’d start by sweeping the pipe organ shop floors…

Real job: office admin
Fantasy job: rescuing whales

My NEW Fantasy Job: Prince of Wales!! :slight_smile: :slight_smile: :slight_smile:

Or, if Aquaman is involved, Prince of Whales.

But not Prince. I don’ like purple.

[QUOTE=Bosda Di’Chi of Tricor]
My NEW Fantasy Job: Prince of Wales!! :slight_smile: :slight_smile: :slight_smile:

Or, if Aquaman is involved, Prince of Whales.
As somone recently wrote, “Tired, cliched jokes do not merit a Slap With The Wet Trout™.”
<Dumps leftover, week-old cranberry sauce down Bosda’s shirt.>

Real Job: Quality Inspector for a Medical Device Company
Fantasy Job: Own a Starbuck’s