I had always wished I went after a career in Police work. I have, and continue to, study the field. Just never panned out. But the field still fascinates me.
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I'm fascinated by the novelty of just about every branch of science, by religion, politics and cultural differences, by the various arts. I resign myself to the notion that my rather eclectic interests stretch too far for one life. And if suspect that I worked for a couple of decades training to be an astronaut, would I then be wishing to, say, be at an archaeological dig somewhere? I dunno...
I wonder what work-experience opportunities exist for people who are 'too curious'?
I regret that I never pursued engineering as a study and career...I'd planned to, but got sidetracked in college (and pretty sick of school by then, too). I may study it again after I retire, but that's as maybe.
On the other hand, given what goes on in Dilbert, I'd've probably hated being an engineer, too...
Funny this thread came up. I took over running the US distribution for this company I currently work for. And as such, I get emails all the time directed to the previous regime if you will. Anyways, I got this email, that said:BEST JOB EVER - it had several photos in it showing the process. And yeah, it looks like a good job to me, the job was spray painting clothes on breathtaking models.
By the way, Connie Willis would tell you that the job for people who are "too curious" is called "writer." I love how she says that for writers, EVERYTHING is their business, so they can be as nosy as they like.
As for me: astronaut or forensic anthropologist
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I considered many careers while growing up, including Anthropologist, Archaeologist, Virologist, Pathologist, and of course, Professional Writer
I ended up with a degree in Anthropology, but my career is nowhere near as interesting: vocational rehabilitation.
Oh well. At least I can pretend that I do something exciting for a living through my fiction writing. That is, until I make a career out of fiction writing. Then I will be doing something exciting for a living.
You don't need to stay in school to learn, Montag. In fact you will learn more out of school. What's even better with the right job they will pay you to learn.
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quote:Honestly if I could stay in school the rest of my life it would be ok with me. I love learning.
The problem for me was the opposite. I could not wait to be done with school. I love to learn, but teachers and I have never seen eye to eye (a problem my children's teachers are seeing now). When I got to college, I found professors to be a bit more open to other ways of thinking.
The other problem is school takes too long. I love to learn, but I don't want to spend the next six months on one class. Let me take the whole class in a 40 hours in one week course and I would love school again.
Impatience can be a virtue too.
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There's another thought...by the time I finished with school, really, I was sick of it. In my college days, I flunked calculus...fell asleep in physics...found the computer programming course involved punch cards...and had to sit through endless pointless things on writing and literature.
I'd planned to go back and get a degree in something, but never did. I just didn't want to do it anymore. I suppose I'd have gone back sometimes in my late 20s if I hadn't fallen into the postal trap.
I may not do anything glamorous for a living but have met lots of interesting people along the way. You'd be amazed at what kind of people do production work and some of the stories that come with them. The job itself is boring. Just the same old thing over and over again, day in-day out. Can't complain about the money though. It pays the bills and lets me support my horse habit.
And that's where I've really met some interesting people... through horses. All kinds. Rich, poor, and everywhere in between at horse shows, horse association meetings and activities, organized trail rides, and giving riding lessons. You wouldn't believe the variety of people involved with horses.
Take that summer I spent with a hunter/jumper stable. I was there every weekend. The lady who ran the place gave me jumping lessons in exchange for helping around the place.
She had a step-son who came home to visit on occasion. He was a jockey for a Quarter Horse stable. I remember taking my mare Wimpy over the outside jump course and caught him watching me. Later, he complimented my form over fence and riding abiliites. (Note: I was 21 at the time and weighed around 105 pounds.) He offered to put in a word for me where he worked to ride race horses as an exercise girl with a chance to become a jockey. I had to really think that over. I was so tempted but afraid I'd have no time for my own horses and turned him down.
I always wonder what my life would've been like if I'd taken him up on it. I know I would never have met my husband of almost 35 years. Or some of the best friends I could ever have. Would it have been a better life than what I have now? Who knows? But it does make me wonder.
I always wanted to be a hockey player. I still sometimes get to play pickup games, butt it's not exactly the same without the promise of the Stanley Cup. I'd love to be a ceramicist. A very, very common career suggestion that doesn't much interest me at all is, "Dave, you should be a rabbi!"
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I suppose Eunuch would be an all-right job, providing you with the things most people don't have...though most guys would be happy to have the things they don't have...
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No, no, no. The Harem Quality Controller would need all his bits intacts to, well, er, confirm the quality of the harem. A bit like a food taster needs his tongue
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College was like a carnival for me--except for the stress/obsession for excellence (or at least high GPA) necessary to keep my career choices open. Still, there were thrills to be had, a seemingly endless selection of interesting courses to take, great people to learn from, and the empowering sense of community. I wanted to read and write and teach at the college level: probably in the English Department (though Humanities and History were also favorites of mine).
Back then, oh thirty odd plus years ago, I set myself the goal of achieving by the end of my Junior year either professional publication of my fiction or syndication of my comic strip (I was the cartoonist for the university paper and yearbook). However, the best I achieved was a smattering of encouraging rejection letters from the editors of F&SF and IASF, the University Bookstore purchase of a family-published paperback collecting my cartoons, and a brief spree of income from 52 illustrated ads I made for commercial business clients in Maine. I just didn't meet my goals.
If I had, my life would have likely been far different. I would never have joined the Army, had a fairly intensive medical career, seen as much of the world as I have, and I probably would have instead accumulated a half-dozen worn tweed coats with felt patches at the elbows, and possibly a rack of garish bow ties, and a pipe. And no guarantee I would have published any fiction.
What I recognized back then, at least for me, I had a better chance of becoming a physician than becoming a professional writer. And I did love medical science, and the idealistic image of being a respected leader in the community caring for others (I was dissuaded of this Marcus Welby image fairly soon, though. Working in a metropolitan public hospital will do this.)
Anyway, as my Junior year in college ended, I turned off the right half of my brain for 30 years and got accepted to Medical School, became a physician, practiced academic and clinical medicine, became involved at the local and state and national levels in my discipline, headed my group and Chaired the Imaging Departments of two hospitals--though I still had opportunities to teach...but just medicine. I even published in medical journals.
However, I've always kept the hope that "someday" I'd write... i.e. be creative again...and perhaps even go to "senior college" when I met the age requirement (not yet, but soon) and take a gallimaufry (cheerful assortment) of liberal arts courses of my choice. And I won't have to worry about my grades.
Now, finally, that I have let go of nearly all my administrative medical duties, and the missus and I are happy empty nesters, I've unbarred the wooden door, shiny with shellac, to the right half of my brain...just enough to slip in on occassion. I've got a lot of cleaning to do, but I've dusted the old padded leather chair and writing table and placed them on the rug by the hearth and laid wood for a fire. Someday I'll settle in and light it, walk to the windows and pull back the curtains, and take inspiration from the view, over the hills and faraway and beyond the fields we know.
Respectfully, Dr. Bob
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A middle-school buddy of mine was, at least last time I checked, director of the Congressional Budget Office. (No, we're not in contact at the present time.)
On the one hand, he was one of the three guys I've met who I thought were smarter than I was...on the other hand, I'm struck with envy as I think I could've done it myself...but on the other hand, up till recently his boss was Nancy Pelosi. What to think of a situation like that?
I'm about to finish a degree in physics (hopefully). After that I will need to find myself a job. The problem is I have no idea what I want to do.
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If you go to this page (which you can reach through the Smilies Legend link to the left of any reply box, by the way), you will see how I did the angry face, and some of the other faces available.
I confess that when I agree with what people have posted of a political nature, it's a little more challenging for me to do something about it. But I try to not let my own opinions and feelings factor into what I do here on the forum.
You get first dibs on all the stuff everybody is throwing out, and you get to drive around by yourself all day. No customer service, no dealing with coworkers, none of that stress, And I hear they get paid pretty well.
That reminds me of a couple of lines from "Roc." Roc was a garbageman. His brother, a new hiree, said something like, "So I get to ride around with you on the garbage truck, huh?" Roc replied, "You think you can just walk in the door and get one of the cushy jobs..."
That being said...our local garbage pickup service just switched to these enormous cans---one each for garbage and recyclables---provided by the service---that get lifted by a dumper on the truck. I haven't seen it bragged about in the papers, but I estimate it eliminated at least one job per truck---and the service is inferior...
A while back I thought being a teacher would be good. Maybe of history.
I think high school or collage would be more better for that.
Maybe being a radio DJ. Not much money in that but it might be fun and depending on the station exciting and rewarding in some ways. And on another thread I said I day dreamed about making enough money writing where I wouldn't need a full time job, so be a DJ for four hours five days a week and write the rest of the time.
Maybe being a Pastor but there's a lot of responsibility there, not to mention people watching you all the time.
There's being a CEO of multi-bullion dollar company. That's usually 60 to 80 hour a week job though. But even without experience on my part I figure after hearing about some of the failures in the last few years I could make the same mistakes and do for only half the money.
One more serious idea. Non-fiction writing. I have some political and societal ideas I wouldn't mind writing out or exploring even though the books would probably be short. Those types of books seem to be the in thing these days.
Hmmm, just read a post on another site where the poster discussed how she is writing political articles for a certain web site that pays per click. Need to check them out...if I can find the time to write a whole article and if I can do the way they want it.
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I missed that Kathleen was mad at me and Wordcaster, and I humbly apologize...even though I don't know whether it was the "eunuch" post or the "Nancy Pelosi" post.
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Politics, Robert. And I wasn't mad, I was glaring (which is different, IMO).
BTW, we've had those big bins for a while now, and they work okay. Just be sure you put them out far enough apart that the garbage truck "arm" doesn't knock one over while picking up the other (they say at least 3 feet apart).