Prosecutor in Key West. How hard can PI cases be? If not that, I've always wanted to own an ice house. Low overhead, regulars at picnic tables drinking cold beer and telling stories. Of course, I might be able to do both....
quote:Originally posted by Dan Bradley: If not that, I've always wanted to own an ice house. Low overhead, regulars at picnic tables drinking cold beer and telling stories. Of course, I might be able to do both....
Posts: 104 | Location: Texas | Registered: May 12, 2008
Realistic--turn my current job as an appellate attorney into a paying job as a fiction writer (ok, maybe not realistic, because I would actually have to write something creative...aside from the times I ask the court to go with me when I make a giant leap on the law). I could do this on y'alls island while learning how to dive and drink beer.
Totally Not Ever Going to Happen-- be the chick that gets to pick the music that goes into movies. I mean, all you do is listen to music and watch movies all day long.
The music picking idea is most excellent. That's the best job listed so far.
I download various podcasts (through iTunes) and burn them onto a CD (as mp3 files) to listen to in the car. Over time, I've found that my favorite podcasts involve surveys and samples of all kinds of music with info about the songs and musicians.
And, the job could be done anywhere with a wi-fi connection. So, could combine good scenery (beach) with good intellectual semi-work.
And, you prosecutor types do not even need to think about one of those "plum" greeter jobs at WalMart until you read the attached story about our last comrade that thought he was well suited. He wrote,
"I had ambitions of finding a simple,uncomplicated part time job after retiring from my 'day job'. Unfortunately, as I have gotten a little older, I have become a little less sensitive. So after landing my new job as a Wal-Mart greeter, a good find for many retirees, I lasted less than a day.
About two hours into my first day on the job a very loud, unattractive, mean-acting woman walked into the store with her two kids, yelling obscenities at them all the way through the entrance. As I had been instructed, I said pleasantly, 'Good morning, and welcome to Wal-Mart. Nice children you have there. Are they twins?'
The ugly woman stopped yelling long enough to say, 'Hell no, they ain't twins. The oldest one's 9, and the other one's 7. Why the hell would you think they're twins? Are you blind, or just stupid?' So I replied, 'I'm neither blind nor stupid, Ma'am, I just couldn't believe you got laid twice. Have a good day and thank you for shopping at Wal-Mart.'
My supervisor said I probably wasn't cut out for this line of work."
Posts: 44 | Location: Amarillo, Tx, USA | Registered: March 03, 2008