What profession would you like to do and what profession would not like?

We all have our dream job and our idea of what the worst job in the world would be? Whats yours?

My own answer would be journalist or writer would be the dream job.
The worst job, undertaker.

Best Job: Owner of a Beer Brewery/Candy Factory. Professional NHL Goaltender would also be great.

Worst Job: Gay Porn Star (if you are straight), or human Crash Test Dummy.

Best Job: IT Professional with Every Certification imaginable

Worst Job: McDonalds Deep Fryer Worker

Best Job: Doctor who specializes in euthanasia, high class whore, or model of any sort.

Worst Job: Manual labor in the sun, Janitor, low class whore.

The Job I Want:
I want to be the owner and executive chef of my own fine dining restaurant. Or, in quite a dramatically different field, a medical examiner...no I'm not related to Jeffery Dahmer

The Job I Don't Want:
The one I have now Actually it's not that bad!
Um....I'd have to say maybe the guys who go around sucking up the porta-potty tanks....or what about the guy who cleans up the stage after a porno shoot

Dream Job:
Navy Seal, Force Recon, Basketball star, or Football Star.

Worst Job:
One like the guys in Office Space have.

Dream Job:

Something where i get to travel and meet interesting people... maybe a private pilot in some developing countries, or documentary maker, or travelling hobo or something,

Worst Job:

Anything where you cant think for yourself (i.e Military), anything where i have to compromise my values (i.e Military)... although military jobs would be exciting and adventurous i think they would the the worst job due to the fact your doing everything for someone else and not for yourself.

I find the following jobs intriguing:

paid lobbyist

independent consultant

grantwriter

helicopter pilot

writer living off government grants able to take a year's sabbatical on an island for quality hammock time and many pina coladas

archeologist

employment interviewer

mentor with teenagers

foster parent

being in the Peace Corps or some other volunteer organization
in South America or overseas

a harpist, violinist or other string musician

I know a guy who has a coffee plantation in Panama and he is very happy. I'd like to have a business and home in another country like that to get away to

member of a scientific expedition to south or north pole

to live off the land and harvest things like ginseng and herbs and
mushrooms and have a worm farm and sell worm turds as fertilizer

collecting & selling venom to laboratories (extracted from snakes, insects, etc.)

beekeeper

a motel owner where I could live on premises and it'd have a nice big swimming pool

to have a homeless shelter or place for people to find refuge/sanity in an insane world

a dog kennel owner & raiser of hairless mexican dogs

a cat kennel owner & raiser of hairless cats

an insect specialist (ent....)

a portrait artist (using charcoal as a medium)

a mime

to have a bed & breakfast

to have an old house fixed up and have rooms for elderly
instead of their having to go to a nursing home

photojournalist

criminal investigator

handwriting specialist

owner of a hot springs resort

My childhood dream was to be an opera singer

Best job:
Rockstar or astronaut


Worst job:
Suicide bomber

Best Job: Talk show Host

Worst Job: Mine disposal technician, Afghani/Tajikistani border.

More cool Jobs:

Wine Critic
Cigar Critic
Producer
Major General (3D chess in real-time!)
Heir to a major entertainment fortune
Abstract Artist
Competative Yachtsman

More Horrid Jobs:

Gutter in a tuna cannery
PR agent for Michael Jackson
Court Appointed attorney for Saddam Hussein
Personell exec in charge of firing and laying off people
Orderly in an insane asylum
Coal miner
seamstress in a 3rd world garment sweatshop
rice farmer in se asia
yak rancher in tibet
Artificial Insemination facilitator in a cattle breeding operation.
cult follower
panhandler (I've done that one)

The worst jobs I've had were:

Graveyard Shift in a Shrimp Factory: You had to wear this 1 piece white jumpsuit and big rubber boots and all night long all you did was hose down the equipment and floors and walls. These hoses were industrial size with water pressure like a firehose. Sometimes we'd have hose fights with each other. The only perk was that you got all the free tiny frozen shrimp you could carry home, but after awhile you got real sick of the smell and taste of shrimp!

Plumber's Helper: Digging 10 foot deep trenches with a shovel on a construction site in 98 degree heat, and having to look at the butt cracks of plumbers bending over all day long.

Machinist Apprentice: Operating 3 computerized turret lathes simultaneously making metal screws. When the buzzer rang, you went on break. When the buzzer rang, you went to lunch. It was like you were a robot, jumping from one machine to the next all day long.

Ad Salesperson for a Newspaper: Sales I found a poor match for me because you had to be so upbeat and persuasive all the time, and some days I just couldn't fake it.

Other jobs I think would be the worst jobs would be:

Underarm deodorant smeller

Working underground during the day, thus never seeing daylight

Working in coolers all day long

Scooping poop all day at a kennel

The worst day of my favorite job:
I know this is nothing compared to the worst jobs some people have listed, but it was hell for my eyes - lol

Okay...a little braging, but it sets the scene....I worked my way up from prep cook to sous chef at age 18 in a four-diamond hotel, 5 star fine-dining restaurant called Melhana, in Thomasville, GA.....this place was hell in a hand basket!! It's my favorite job b/c of the position I acheived....but the time I spent there was thoroughly chaotic....

I'll never trust a co-worker to close again...not even once....3 whole $150 a pop goose livers that were thrown out b/c they were left in the fish box (ice & fish)...Osetra cavier also thrown into the fish box, upside down, with no lid...This isn't even my worst day - lol - just an example of the stuff stupid people will do....

Winters we would get slammed - we only had two small dining rooms that would in total seat about 50 people, and this night we pumped out 250+ for dinner, add a wedding party at lunch of 2500, and two parties at night, one 250 the other 500. That night was the haziest non-drug induced of my life - lol - I manned the kitchen alone, which usually took like 3-4 people for that size crowd and each party had like 2-3 cooks, except for the lunch. By 2:00 am when everyone had left all the parties....the dishes came....and they came....and they came - We didn't even leave that night....we got done at like 7 in the morning - the executive chef got tired at like 2:30 and left....that was my worst day at work - there are other details, but I won't force them upon anyone - lol - I quit b/c of all that after blowing up in his face the next day and started my own personal chef service - best decision I ever made - even tho business is slow, and it's my business and it's run proper - and I have a day-job, so it evens things out.

My worst are not manual labor jobs, because by and large, it is some degree of honest and/or productive work. You MAKE something, even if it is something of little value.

My own personal worst was this: Car rental agent.

Now, what's so bad about that? Well, the company (now bought by a competitor) made its profit off of the optional insurance that gets sold to people when they rent a car. It was the agents' job to "persuade" the client to take the insurance.

It was like living in a cross between "Wall Street," "Boiler Room," "Office Space," and "Glen Gary, Glen Ross."

You got points with management for dressing well, but they didn't pay you enough to afford suits or silk ties or anything. And part of your job might be cleaning out rental cars, which is a filthy rotten bore. Your boss might promise that on friday you wouldn't touch a car, but then send you on cleanup anyway. So part of each morning was figuring out what to wear.

You also got points for being a total suckup. "Good morning sir; you look especially . . . entrepenurial, today, sir!" For keeping your desk clean (while people dumped those TPS reports on it all day). And being enthusiastic about the company and its fine selection of vehicles and insurance instruments.

You also got points for following the company's stock price, as well as its rivals, and predicting wonderful things for us, and doom for them. WHich was difficult because their stock flew like a goose turd. Another agent taught me to cut articles about the company stock from FORBES or the WSJ and put them up on the wall by my desk. The corporates loved that.

Mgt. went out to eat at lunch every day, and you only got 30 minutes unless you went with them. Fast food is not cheap or healthy when you eat it every day. I actually got "called on the carpet" (summoned to the boss' office, which WAS the only carpet) for bringing a sack lunch. So I would take a car and "pretend" to drive off to whataburger or sonic, eat lunch at the park around the corner, and just come back with the same paper bag every day.

But the worst was trying to sell rip-off insurance to people who didn't want or need it. Little old ladies. Immigrant families who paid in pocket change. Suspicious cops who could sense they were being ripped off. Lying to them, spinning extravagant tales of poor rentees who had been saved from financial doom by our $27.99 per day policy. (that was a lot of money in the eighties, when minimum wage was $3.15 and hour . . .)

The hilarious part was the people who wanted the policy. Usually people doing prostitution, or running illegal aliens. The most memorable was a big dude with a ZZTop beard and tattoos dripping off his arms. He'd rent a car for two or three months at a time, get every policy we carried. His credit card had a different name every time, and the card always worked, even when the machine wasn't accepting most cards. The first thing he did to the car was to take the lightbulb out of the dome light. He'd also remove the back seat, and put it in his upstairs apartment, which was unfurnished . . . can you say "drug dealer?" I knew you could.

The place was a spiritual concentration camp. I eventually sacked myself after about 3 months, and moved out to the country and got work on a ranch. It paid better, and you could sleep at night.

The job/s i want;

Art teacher ( secondary school)
Model
Historian
well paid table dancer lol
famous person lol

The job/s i would hate;

office work
shop work ( i have no choice- part time lol)
undertaker
maths or science teacher
working in a fast food place( bad skin and hair- all that grease lol)
chef ( vericouse viens)

The job/s i want

own art shop
co/op with a group of artists
tech head for artist's
climbing instructor

The job/s i would hate

where i'm at now
fast food
anything that don't pay well

Best Jobs.

Owner of a porno empire
Rock Star
Director
Actor
Pro Wine Tester
Movie Critic

Worst
Mcdonalds
Burger Kind
Bodygaurd for Wacko Jack or Richard Simmons
Math teacher
Secret Service
Janitor
Miner
Factory line

Here´s a picture my dad took while visiting Istanbul. Dreamjob?






[edit on 2004/8/19 by Hellmutt]

Straight up, #1: Standup comedian, or teacher, same thing, if you do it right.

Worst, Accountant. Man I feel for those people.

heh heh heh I have a desire to become the next pope and/or become involved with the Vatican and its mysteries

I would like to be a professional footballer... and if i think... who doesn't right? lol

[edit on 08/15/2008 by IvoAlmeida]