Once you get paid to do something you love, you'll never work again
Hmm. I had footballer and rocket scientist down as a kid.
I was always behind the asthmatic kid when it came to being picked for footy, and was always target practice/goal keeper, so opted for second option.
Spent feckin years qualifying to post doctorate level then realised that scientists fall into two categories: Corporate cock sucking Pfizer types who'd sell their grandmothers for glue and really lets face it are living off the legacy of antibiotics and viagra, and whose achievements are spurious and minor, often fall at the final hurdle and are occasionally shunted into humiliating second place (e.g. by the aromatherapy spray which is a new treatment for MRSA in hospitals) or grant hungry academics in ivory towers pushing back the foreskins of science one smegma molecule at time whilst wearing brown cord at half mast.
Neither suited.
Settled for underworked slightly underpaid option monkey see monkey do with no targets and unlimited internet access.
Job in firework factory never came through, alas. Supplement income with therapist job which is great but every fucker that comes to see me is ILL! Wish I'd realised that before I started.

Have found perfick job however suspect openings few and far between, though it does actually exist!!
It involves taking a helicopter to the top of ski slopes to dynamite cornices before they avalanche on skiers. How cool would that be? Explosions, helicoptors and skiing all in one. It's like James Bond without the killing.
(Countryslicker, Thu 29 Mar 2007, 16:50, Reply)