Imagine for a moment that you could have any job you want. Period.
Let’s assume you’re qualified for the job. Let’s assume you could live wherever necessary to have the job. In other words, you face no limitations.
What would you do?
As a kid, I used to dream of being a professional athlete – either a football player or golfer. Now, I see some drawbacks to that choice. In football, your career would be short and the risk of injury high. In golf, you’d face so much competition that it would be hard to earn a living.
Now…well, I’m pursuing my dream job: being a self-employed writer. I have the vehicle (this website); now I just need to make some money.
I started thinking about ideal jobs after seeing an article on CNBC titled “10 of the World’s Coolest Jobs.”
Here are a few of them: filmmaker, beer brewer, candy storeowner, surfboard designer and rock climber. Ho-hum. None of those light my fire.
Come on, what guy wouldn’t want to take pictures of scantily clad, incredibly sexy models?
The article mentions Russell James, who actually has that job. Apparently, the job isn’t all fun. “His photo shoots can cost upwards of $20,000 a day, meaning he’s got to keep 25 other people on the payroll, plus the supermodels he works with, operating smoothly and efficiently,” says the writer, Brielle Jaekel.
I’d be willing to give it a try. James got his big break when he took a photo of model Tyra Banks for the cover of the 1997 Sports Illustrated Swimsuit Edition. How could you not get a good picture of her?
My dream job
Now for the other job that appealed to me: classic car club owner. Mike Princhinello and Zach Moseley own a Manhattan company that charges its 300 members $15,000 a year to drive an exotic fleet of cars.
They search the world to buy the coolest, fastest automobiles.
“We drive all the greatest cars,” says Princhinello. “We get to buy what we like. We get to live our dream.”
I used to buy and sell classic cars on a very small scale. My favorites were a red 1970 Pontiac GTO and a convertible 1966 Pontiac Catalina.
I’d love to drive them down the road and attract looks of envy. I soon realized, however, that owning a 30-year-old car (no matter how cool) requires a lot of expensive maintenance. My newspaper reporter salary wasn’t enough to sustain my hobby.
But it was a fun phase of my life. To have the money to buy a fleet of exotic cars (and maintain them) – that might be my dream job.
Even more than being a Victoria’s Secret photographer. Even more than running this awesome website.
It doesn’t cost anything to dream. Sometimes it’s fun to imagine your ideal job. Maybe, just maybe, you’ll think of a way to land it.
Photos from Victoria’s Secret.