Your dream or preferred occupation

I had no other "dream job" other than flying passenger jets. No better feeling than flying at 37,000 feet and 500+ m.p.h. with a plane of happy passengers.
 
I went to hair styling school with 120 women and two dudes. One was married with kids, the other was gay and ended up doing dead peoples hair in a morgue. Creepy, but no complaints.
 
imp said:
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"I'm not a gynecologist....but I'll take a look"-a t-shirt I have.

A Groinocologist? Easy, now, Archie! imp
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You look at what you want, and I'll look at what I want.
 
I spent most of my working life in IT with a 'Big Blue' company. I started as a large systems engineer, went into software, then training and back to Software development for clients round the UK and Europe. Meantime, a couple of close friends became successful rock musicians and toured widely in Canada and the US. I'd rather have done that, but I was a lousy musician.
 
I woke up thinking about this thread this morning, and realized that I did most everything I dreamed of doing. I started work at age eight, selling boiled peanuts on the street in Enterprise Alabama. Sold peanuts at the stock car races in Colorado Springs at age eleven. Then got a job delivering news papers in Gunnison Colorado. Moved up to dish washer at age thirteen, then to cook. Next, I worked on a ranch stacking hay....my eyes swelled shut with hay fever. Back to cook till I went in the army at seventeen. I was in financial dispersing until they sent me to Iran by mistake. Then they put me in top secret communications for the U.S. embassy. After the army I worked in construction setting concrete forms, until I hitchhiked back to Colorado, and got a job building a milibinum mining refinery, until winter came. Then I got a job cleaning motel rooms at a ski resort...free season pass. When spring came I moved back to Colorado Springs and started hair styling school for a year. Got my license and worked for just a few months before hitchhiking to Santa Fe and started living with the Christ Brotherhood at the youth hostel. Next year, I hitched back to Manassass Va. and got a job delivering pre-fab sheds for about six months. Then hitched to Montana and started working on Seismographic research. Started as a juggie planting geophones, then moved up to cable puller, then truck driver, then got into survey, chainman, rodman, all the way up to head surveyor. Did that in the summer, and drove a cab in San Diego. Logged in the redwoods up in Bolder Creek, cutting oaks to give the redwoods more room to grow. Also worked on a shrimp boat in Brownsville Tx. Did some carpentry in Corpus Christi. Worked in a youth center there too. Did some survey work in Jacksonville Fla., but didn't like the swamps. Got on a Carnival as an agent in a balloon game. Then went on down to Key West, and the Big Pine Key and worked on a lobster boat...loved it, but seasonal. Worked on a circus at the Florida State fair, then hooked up with the carnival, then another one in Huston, and then another one in Tucson, all the way up the coast of California. Worked at a winery, but couldn't keep up with the Mexicans. Went back to hair styling in Colorado with an old friend before moving back to northern Virginia. Drove a cab, then got a job working at a ski shop, then at a golf course in the pro shop. That's when I met my wife of 30 years....well we lived together for seven before we made it legal. She got a job working for the Forest Service down in the Gila National forest. That's where I worked as a helitack fire fighter, lookout tower, farrier, fence mender, and trail crew. Worked later at another golf course, maintenance, course upkeep. Then got a job at a door factory. Finally got a job in a music store selling guitars. Then in Tucson I got a job as beer man at the Arizona Diamondback games. Then we moved to W.V. and I got a job at a ski resort as a ski instructor. I'm sure there are other jobs I didn't put in, but you get the gist. It's been a fun ride.
 
Hangover, you must come by one night, we can trade stories and drink each other under the table, dogs make lovely pillows, I have an equally uh hem...diverse past;)
 
fureverywhere said:
Hangover, you must come by one night, we can trade stories and drink each other under the table, dogs make lovely pillows, I have an equally uh hem...diverse past;)
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Can't wait to meet you....you can visit me any time. I love the idea of trading stories. I'm sure you have some great history. And we can tell all the stuff too uh...juicy to tell here.(((wink)))
 
Ameriscot said:
My hubby has been brewing his own beer for about 4 years. Good stuff! Hasn't gained weight, just a wee bit of a belly.
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I was drinking about five gallons a week. I made ales, porters, lagers, and a dopple bock that had 21 pounds of malt in a five gallon patch that tested out at 9%. I didn't drink it all by myself. I had a lot of friends that helped.
 
hangover said:
I was drinking about five gallons a week. I made ales, porters, lagers, and a dopple bock that had 21 pounds of malt in a five gallon patch that tested out at 9%. I didn't drink it all by myself. I had a lot of friends that helped.
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Hubby makes various ales and he doesn't mind sharing. I love his beer but due to calories can't drink nearly as much as I'd like.
 
fureverywhere said:
If I could know what I know now at 25...police officer or state trooper. A dream job now besides retired rock star...librarian. Or I'd be like Tia on Pitbulls and Parolees, that would weave the law enforcement thing in there and I'd be saving dogs too.
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I have been a librarian, and it is no dream. Or are you joking?
It is an underrated and underpaid profession.
 
I guess librarian comes from loving books, but I'm sure the job description now involves all the newest technology as well. Now it's probably 10% helping people find reading material and 90% troubleshooting the computers. Okay I'll be a retired rocker rescuing pit bulls.
 
Shalimar said:
Ahem hangover, pretty diverse history here also. Can this flower child join you and Fur under the table? I will bring munchies and my full porcelain cat pipe ...
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An analyst with a pipe?(((raised eyebrows)))...sure, just don't bring the jacket.....the shirt I'm wearing today says..."Some days it's just not worth chewing through the restraints"
 
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