I am 67 years old and I would like to work in the whiskey store in The Scotch Whiskey Experience Edinburgh Scotland. or Be an owner of a used bookstore that specialised in mystery books only.
I'm 21 and I would love to help write, design and create an anime based on the fiction I am writing atm. I'd also love to be able to draw my own illustrations as well.
I;m 13 years old and my ideal job would be DICTATOR OF THE UNIVERSE!!!!!! But seeing as this will never happen, I want to be an archaeologist living in Israel excavating things there. But seeing as I will probably never live in Israel, I want to be an archaeologist living in Greece.
Im... I cant say it... I cant... *cringes*... 12 (oh my god that felt so good to admit!) Please no hate Im very mature, and I see most of this forum is too. My ideal job would a writer or content designer at a video game company.
I am 22 years old and my dream job would have to be becoming a professional horseback ride and trainer, specifically for 3-day eventing. Then have extra time on the side to pursue my passions for art and writing, and be able to sell both. All three of those are not likely so more my more realistic dream goal is to become a Equine Veterinarian specializing in sports medicine.
27, turning 28. Ideal job? I'd like to dedicate my life to writing novels if it paid more than I make now. Until then, it's something I do on the side.
I'm 27 and my ideal job is an author who can make a comfortable living off of my writing. On my way to that end, though, I will be an editor. I nearly have my BA in English to make that last one happen. And being an editor will lend to my ultimate goal.
I'm too old and female to answer that question. Though I have worked in finance, communications and run a consultancy business for a few years, I am still trying to answer the 'what do you want to be when you grow up?' question.
I'm 41,6 years old, but I actually feel more like 41,7 years old.. I like to read science..without the fiction.. And I write 'the unexpected'..which normally is as unexpected as the story itself. I'm a scientist at heart, agnostic and critical, I'm grumpy and irritable..my humour is seldom understood and so are my reactions. At least I'm not balding or developing a beer belly, although that is my ultimate goal..
I'm fourteen and I'd love to be a racing driver. Not like a Formula One driver, more an endurance driver.
I'm 34 years old and I don't know what my ideal job would be. Heck, I know people who are 50 or 60 years old who still don't know what they want to do for a living when they grow up.
It's good to have a profession that you have an interest in and enjoy working in. However, I think it's even better to have more than one field to have an interest in. For example, I find working in the human services field to be enjoyable. But I also have an interest in the culunary arts and the radio broadcasting field.
40 next week. I'm a language teacher now. I have been a classical guitarist on street corners and in train stations, a boxing coach and a Montessori teacher, to name but the most interesting ones. My ideal job, besides playwriting, would be artisan. I love sculpture.
I'm 13 and while I'd love to do nothing but write, I know that's completely unrealistic...so I'd like to be a teacher, preferably in special education (either end of the spectrum is okay with me).
If there is ever such a place in this world, could you hook a pal up with a job? Or at least just tell me where it is so I could hang out Anyway, I'm 17, and my ideal job would be music composer. But alas, it is such a difficult field to get into.
I'm 20 and a hopeless romantic, unrealistic human, so here are ideal... jobs: After I finish my undergrad degree I want to take a bit of a break from academia and teach ESL at various places all across the world.... I want to experience as much as I can of as many cultures and natural environments... to absorb everything and spit it out in poetry and to "find myself," etc. and then I want to return to school for graduate study, and eventually - i.e., if I'm any good - I'd like to become an English prof.
I enjoy cooking. I found this out by accident, as years ago I started cooking supper for my family on a regular basis. I came to enjoy cooking these meals. Hence, a couple of years later, I got a job as a baker/prep cook at a cafe.
I'm 25 and currently unemployed. I was given a remarkable opportunity at age 17, having dropped out of High School, to work for a small local newspaper in a Northern Ontario community. I did this for several years, until age 23 when I moved with my family back to our home here in Newfoundland as both my mother and my brother were diagnosed with a rare genetic type of cancer. I had the opportunity to write about some pretty heavy things, actually - an example being the issue of high suicide rates among First Nation youths on northern reservations. One community in particular, whose elders I was in regular contact with and regularly wrote about, was known for having the highest suicide rate of anywhere in the world. That's not hyperbole - their tiny First Nation community, that year at least, bore that dubious title. Much has been written now about the plight of these people, but at the time, the national press either didn't know about what was going on up there or didn't care to write about it. Obviously I'm not going to claim that I played any part in bring the subject of aboriginal suicide rates in Canada's north to the national stage from between the pages of some small-town rag, but it seemed very much at the time like I was the only one writing about it. I regret perhaps not using the tiny platform I was given to do more for them. In retrospect, perhaps I should have been on the phone with the national papers to get the word out. I'm planning to go back to school and get a GED, because it's simply impossible to get even a low-paying job without at least that. Frankly, I should have done it long ago, but my school years were far from kind to me, and I deal every day with near-crippling anxiety issues and a personality disorder. I'll forever be grateful for the incredible opportunity the editor or that paper gave me, some High School dropout with a reputation around town for being a pothead and a bit hotheaded, but I'm not sure if I'd be interested in pursuing journalism in the future.
A job where what I did was useful to others but I could forget about it the second I got home. Stress is killing me slowly at the moment.
