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I am just starting with a cold, my second of the year, so I am not happy, but I am also woozy headed and fairly gross, so I feel your pain.

My career path has been mostly accidental. I did a degree in American Studies. Do you know how useless that shit is for a British person? Mainly I did it so I could spend a year 'studying' in the US. Also known as memorising shit and getting told off for not participating in discussions. Pfft. But while there I worked as a marketing assistant on campus, something I fell into while tagging along to a meeting with a nun with friends. The nun asked if I wanted a job. Yes please.

I've never really known what I wanted to do, still don't. It's very annoying. Until I figure it out I'll continue to work in publishing. I like books. It'll do.

I thought this would be a discussion about how we were conceived or something. The title and picture threw me off.

I fell into my job like most: I applied and got called back for an interview. For two years, I was the office gopher. I was "promoted" to a publishing sales rep for the lure of more money and power. Turns out that I don't have much of either, but my boss was one hell of a salesman. Like many dumbass customers, I bought into it. At least I have insurance and a 401K.

Feel better, Sarah. Kids are walking germs, which is why I don't hang around them.

i majored in spanish language and literature.

i teach english in madrid. learning spanish grammar has actually helped me remember the names of verb tenses.
i mean, can anyone else tell me when one uses a gerund as opposed to an infinitive? it's an epic battle, let me tell you.
vaya que vueltas te dan la vida.

I studied audiovisual communications, and I'm currently working on a TV show as a contents editor/researcher. It's my very first job that's actually related to my major since I graduated.

Huh, I am a library person through needing a job in a foreign country where I came for love, ahh to be young and innocent again.

Now I'm still in that job 3 years later cause I likes livin here and its enough money but I desperately need an actual challenge doing somethign I simply care for more - get life on a path of some kind etc.

I'll only really start to freak out when I hit 30.

I had a daughter by the age of 20 who had a powerful need to eat, so I took whatever I could find- which ended up as call centre customer service. After quickly determining that I despised telephones and that every 20th member of the general public was a flaming asshole, I wheedled my way into supply chain analysis over the next six months and from there built a career out of it. It isn't the job of dreams but it pays for a house, a comfortable family life and my home studio, so who's complaining?

Listen - believe it or not - here's the thing: I'm a dancer. Never thought this is where I'd end up, but there you have it. This is where life dropped me off and decided to drive away.

I wanted to make a million dollars, wanted to live out by the see. Maybe have a husband and some children - yeah, I guess I want a family. All the men come in these places, and the men are all the same. You don't look at their faces, and you don't ask their names.

Like I said, I'm a dancer. A private dancer - a dancer for money. I'll do what you want me to do. And any old music will do.

Beats giving hand-jobs behind the White Castle, I suppose...

skitz: wait, you're a dancer by the see? see what? can you see what i see? also, how much for a lap dance?

Studied criminal justice because I wanted to become a prosecutor. I've spent 13 years in data analysis because I'm naturally talented working with computers:

At age 8 I was writing my first rudimentary programs in BASIC. By 10 I had started working with data structures. By 18 I had started developing data structures in class. By 19 I was sick and tired of it all. Hence the change to C.J.

By 20 I was broke and faced with the real world and began working as a temporary employee. When the Evil Former Employer saw fit to hire me full time I spent a year behind a clerical desk doing things that didn't excite me, but paid me enough to stay alive. By 22 I was promoted to be the data analyst for one of our department's managers.

The EFE took advantage of my skills until I learned my market value in 2001. I resigned in a fury of righteous indignation from a company whose local reputation is so stellar that no one could believe I would volunarily sever my employment. I have spent the last eight years and change doing many of the things I enjoyed at my former employer, none of the things I didn't enjoy and all for a much better salary.

Currently I work two jobs; One is for my dads home improvements company, a job he gave me to keep me occupied after I was made redundant. I work for him the afternoons and evenings.
The other job is an events administration job at a place called the CUC. I mostly do...more admin work, but today I had an interesting conversation about doing some of the techie work.

my degree is in film, and I want to be a writer.

I make peanuts at both my jobs, and work a 50 hour week, leaving the house at 8am, getting in at 8pm.
Today, my dad called me lazy.

I started out majoring in marketing because my parents had a small mom & pop department store and they wouldn't pay for my education unless I majored in something useful to them. I remember my mom saying, "If I let you major in anything you want, you'll major in underwater basket weaving." Take a look at the name I post under and you can see she was kinda right.

Anyway, I kept putting off taking the computer courses, because this was back in the day of punchcards. No screens, no keyboards, no mice, just keypunch cards and waiting for your output to finally print out. Turned out I loved it and was good at it, so I became a computer programmer for a couple of decades. Then they sent all the programming jobs overseas, so I started doing tech support because they wanted people who were fluent in English and then they started to send those jobs overseas.

Anyway, I'm still in computer support, only I do it from home over the internet now. I have two computers. One for work, and one for posting on Pajiba. It keeps me sane.

About two and a half years ago, I realized I hated teaching. No, scratch that. I didn't (and don't) hate teaching, I just hated working in a school system that didn't let me teach. Too much of my time was spent going to meetings, evaluating crap, and physically keeping kids inside the classroom (and out of them, if they weren't supposed to be there). I was angry, all the time. All the time. I came home from work, so exhausted and pissed off that I cried most evenings.

So I quit. Five years education and five years experience, all to hell, just like that. Instead I was accepted at a fairly well known creative writing program and dove head first into my long lost passion.

Last spring, I realized that I can't stay in school forever, and I can't keep collecting student loans (oh, if you only knew about the generosity of the Swedish student loans), and I asked a friend who works at IKEA if she could set me up with a summer job. She said yes, I got a ten week temp position, and I must have done something right, cause I'm still there, albeit part time.

I figure I'll stay at IKEA for the forseeable future. I can go to work and actually have a decent day, I am never angry when I get home, I am never too worn out to write, and the pay is decent. Well, it helps that I'm able to work in Denmark and live in Sweden. 100 Danish crowns is worth about 140 Swedish, and there are generous tax cuts for people who commute across the bridge.

Last year, I was a house manager at a comedy theater in Chicago. It didn't pay much, but it kept a roof over my head. I was fired two days after New Years for unspecified "unprofessional conduct". Mainly, wearing a bathrobe to work on the request of a renter. I spent six weeks looking for jobs, cursing the person who hired me, and thinking bad thoughts about jumping off of buildings.
I finally applied to be a dog-walker, and didn't get the job. Then, two weeks later, I did. Apparently, the first person that was hired was not as interested. It's a startup company so I don't have many hours right now, but at least it's something.
But just to keep things interesting, Capital One is taking me to court next week. Hello, garnished wages.

My husband sent me back to school after I'd been laid off for a year and hadn't been able to find a job. When I was going through the orientation program, my adviser asked me what I wanted to major in and I said art. He said what kind of art and I just pulled Graphic Design out of my ass.

After getting into school, I finally found a job as a call center customer service employee for a rather famous program for kids**, and I did that while going to school for the first two years. After a while of doing that job, and realizing that my experience with helicopter parents and over privileged kids was making me suicidal, I applied for a job with the art department of that same organization. I have held that job for about 5 years now and I love it. Sure, I mainly do the menial work that none of the other designers want to do, I don't get benefits of any kind and I'm usually called to do large, complicated things at the last minute, but I still enjoy it. One day I'll have to grow up a bit and look for something else, but I'll miss being here.

**I'd tell you where I work, but I think that someone does random internet searches for our program and if they figured out who I was, I'd probably get fired for not being 100% flattering in my description of the parents and kids. They take that shit serious out here.

Whee, head cold/massive sinus infection! Me, too!

I have a degree in English and I have been: a bookseller, an English teacher in Japan, car salesperson, membership coordinator for a non-profit, technical editor, liquor store assistant manager, office manager, and am now a CTS Decon field supervisor, which you know better as a crime scene clean up person aka what Amy Adams and Samuel L. Jackson were in their respective movies. (For the record, Sunshine Cleaning was a little closer to reality than Cleaner but only just a little.)

So, no, my BA has nothing to do with cleaning up after decompositions, gross filths, suicides, homicides, industrial accidents, etc. But I can write some really gory, nasty descriptions of them! And I either start the party or shut all conversations down when people find out what I do.

Aww, Sarina, hope you feel better soon.

And now for the diversion. Oh, where to begin?

I worked in the homebuilder industry for seven years, and then that tanked and I lost my job in 2007.

I have a BA in English, so I decided to take the opportunity of unemployment to pursue something I'd always wanted to do, but was afraid to trade in my steady paycheck for: freelance writing.

I eventually got a job blogging for a startup jewelry company. It went under after a year. Since I was working as a contractor at the time, I couldn't claim unemployment. I was in dire financial straits and, if I couldn't find a job fast, I'd have had to start asking for handouts from friends and family.

I took the first job I could find. I worked as an office assistant/legal secretary/hired goon for a Korean property management company for the last nine months. The work itself was boring and tedious, and I had to do everything from answering phones to reading and explaining legal copy and dealing with angry tenants.

But the worst part was the culture of the workplace. It was like working with my parents. No such thing as professional courtesy there. God forbid that they tell you the specifics of a business letter before they expect you to draft it.

And no such thing as common courtesy, either. There was no lunch room, and I usually packed my lunch and took the train, so I, along with both my coworkers, usually ate lunch at my desk. After lunch, my boss would invariably burp loudly and then whisper excuse me. It made me want to scream, "Saying 'excuse me' doesn't make it okay!!" Sometimes, he would fart, too. "Excuse me." My sister took to calling him Mr. Boom-Boom-POW.

But there's a happy ending to this story. Friday is my last day and I'm going back to the freelance life. WHOOHOO!!!!

I'm a graphic artist. Graduated 2006 with a BFA in Studio Art. Took one Photoshop course. After a soulsucking year of working in the service industry, I madly applied in all directions to any art-related job - even Wal-Mart photographer. (This tells you how much I hated catering weddings.) Now I work at an industrial serigraphic print shop, setting up separations for press and making cut-vinyl and digital signs as well. It's a small operation, so I am the entire art department - I set my schedule and prioritize accordingly, and most of the time I have enough variety from job to job to keep me sane.

If you had asked me during university if I would end up with a job like this, I would have said no - seeing as how I knew nothing about computers or graphic design at the time. My first year was very interesting, as I had to teach myself Illustrator and other things on the fly. I think I'm halfway decent at the moment, and my traditional education has come in surprisingly handy for this field. The Golden Mean is my bitch.

Let's see, I always thought I would go into politics. I majored in International Relations and German. The I did an internship with Parliament in Dresden, Saxony, Germany. I relaized that I hated the day-to-day dealings of politics and I am not particularly good and compromising my beliefs. Also, I was dating a guy I really loved (spoiler alert, we are now married.) So after graduation I got hired as a Market Analyst for a German Tire company (I am from Detroit and didn't want to go far from the boy b/c he was still in school.) I realized I liked analysis, but did not care about cars.
I found a program that was Intelligence Analysis from a Detroit school. A post 9/11 counter-terrorism/ criminal justice thing. I realized I loved it and could still go into public service. got laid off, went back for my Master's full time.
Got married, the husband was working third shift to support us. I was offered an internship with FBI and failed the polygraph test. We really needed a better salary, so I took the job I have now. I like the work, but the department I am an analyst for is really poorly put together. My Professor warned me I would be better trained than my supervisors and it is true. Also, being a civilian in Law Enforcement sucks. I am too far from family. I either need a place to settle down or a place with clear career potential.

Let's see...I've got an undergrad degree in Biology, concentrating in Cell Biology and Mycology. I went overseas for a year to teach English while I applied to grad school, then spent four years realizing that bio research is severely underfunded if you aren't working on cancer. Now I'm getting a masters in Linguistics and applying to PhD programs. So...I never thought in a million years that I'd be in the social sciences (bordering on the humanities!); I'm constantly appalled by the small sample sizes and shaky stats, but people are a bit more variable than fungal colonies. I'm hoping to combine my knowledge of the scientific research community with language usage for my PhD. Since I'd been planning to work on apoptosis since I was 16, this is a huge switch, and it's always fun to see people's reaction to my background. ("You studied what?")

I'm a stay-at-home mom, so my "job" is taking care of my own disgusting mongrel children. And they really are disgusting, especially as they are all boys, but somehow they are also beautiful and make me cry with joy sometimes. But enough of the mush. I got here because I married an accountant and he makes about 10 times what I made when I was working. When we knew we were going to move overseas for his job we decided I might as well get knocked up, since I couldn't work over there myself. So I proceeded to do so. Then we moved when the baby was 5 weeks old. Fast forward 7 1/2 years and I have 3 kids and I'm happy enough not working. I used to think it would be embarrassing being a stay-at-home mom, but it hasn't been. If people look down on me for it I don't notice or care. Also, I am not some crazy homeschooling mom or some bums-around-in-sweats-with-no-makeup mom (well, not all the time, anyway). Just a mom. In my spare time I blog and Facebook and read Pajiba.

My degree, by the way, is in English. I only had one job (my last) that really made any significant use of it. For that I was a word processor/proofreader. I still don't know what I want to be when I grow up. I'm one of those annoying people always starting to write a novel but never finishing it.

I'm a senior in college (graduating in December) so I haven't hit the harsh realities of the "real world" yet and still have silly ambitions.

I'm a documentary filmmaking major and frankly don't care about making a lot of money as long as I'm working on films that I'm passionate about. Ultimately I want to either start my own production company or work with National Geographic, but I realize that it would take a long, long time to achieve those things. Specifically I'd love to do environmental or social justice documentaries but I'm not too picky as long as I can travel globally.

I was an English Ed. major. Couldn't get a full time job out of college, so at one point had FIVE part time teaching jobs in NJ. Got a job as an editor for a big database publishing firm.

Then got married in 1994 and 5 days later moved to Muncie, Indiana so hubby could get Ph.D. Got a clerical job at Ball State, and the prof I was working for said, "I'd like to get info about my project on the internet, can you do that?" I said sure, taught myself web design, and a career was born.

Moved back to NJ and now am a web designer for a university here, and I love it.

Forgot to add (just for Lindsey with and 'e'). My number one Love and passion is my horses. When I have had enough of all this I will spend all my time training and schooling horses. I only work for them.

I'm a cliche. The musician who never was. I'm a 27 year old whose doing a masters in fucking library studies and still holding out for her big break. What a fucking nightmare.

I'm a fuckup...always have been. When I was a kid, I had a fuck up of a back and no one noticed so I ended up in the hospital for about 3 years with spina bifida. That set me back a while...

Somehow got into the Navy with metal rods up my ass and a plastic hip (score high enough on the ASVAP and the navy takes anyone. No bullshit I served with a guy that did 2 years in jail for a 2nd degree murder -case overturned when witnesses disappeared on retrial).

Finally got out of the nuclear navy and needed something to do. Figured the hell I know is better than the hell I don't know so I'm in school for Mechanical Engineering. I got a repeating internship with the Army through a friend of my fathers. Basically I read reports and gather information...except it's mind fucking depressing. We do counter IED stuff...finding new ways to prevent people (especially civilians) from getting killed by IED's. What is depressing is just how goddamn inventive people are at killing each other. Its fucking breathtaking. Its everything from the parts of a RC car used to set off a hand grenade to digging a hole in the middle of a street, putting a couple of hundred pounds of explosives, and having it paved over all in the same night. They use everything at their disposal to just keep the fight going. From a completely analytical point of view, I can understand attacking US troops...foreign invaders, etc whatever the excuse. What I don't understand is how entire neighborhoods are held hostage over the various fractions fighting over silly ideological bullshit. It would be like if the Crips and Bloods started blowing up Chlorine tankers in front of packed school buildings to settle disputes over territory.

It's one of those jobs that if you think about what you are looking at...what the numbers mean in human costs...you would end up at the bottle of a whiskey bottle every night with a gun in your mouth.

I save animals! Weeee!

I majored in Animal Sciences. I went to vet school. I am a veterinarian. It's pretty awesome, except for the $200,000 in student loan debt.

In other news, if you hear anything about a terrorist plot to take out Sallie Mae, let me know.

"I thought this would be a discussion about how we were conceived or something. The title and picture threw me off."

You were conceived by a dinosaur?

Oh yeah, topic. I dropped out of college, moved to NY, started temping. For some reason, my current, awesome boss asked me to apply for an actual analyst job 6 months after I spent 2 weeks doing clerical work for him. I interviewed, I amazed them with my computer skills, and I was hired. They pay me shit, and I work too many hours, but I just found out about our bonuses today, and since I got the highest possible employee evaluation, I'm getting a decent amount of cash. That equals me being able to pay rent, which equals happy.

Sort of unrelated to my day-to-day responsibilities, I'm also getting to learn some computer programming, which I think I want to pursue further, because my current industry does not interest me.

Also, the gym in the building gives you clothing to work out in and towels for the shower. That alone, the time it saves me in laundry... man. Invaluable.

This thread is highly slanted in favor of you real world people. All I do is go to college.
And I'm a telemarketer. I call people to raise money for a nonprofit postgraduate research institute and a women's research library.

My husband and I both grew up in East Texas, but up until two years ago we were living and working in Arizona (which I HATED by the way). So, one night I was goofing on the internet and started looking for jobs in East Texas. I happened upon a job posting very near where hubby and I grew up for a job that would have been an awesome promotion, so I casually mentioned it to hubby and he says go ahead and apply just to see what happens. So I did. Well I ended up not getting the job I applied for, but they did offer another lower position with the promise that I" would be re-evaluated in time for the higher job. After a lot of thinking and talking about it with hubby and kids, I accepted the lower position and moved back to East Texas to find us a house here, while hubby finished the remodel of the house we owned in AZ and put it up for sale. I ended up living in TX for close to a year without my family - going back for weekend visits every other week. That sucked. Anyway, it turns out that about 6 months into my employment I got royally screwed on the original, higher paid position and I got really, really pissed. My supervisor, who was about to become not my supervisor due to a reorganization, asked me to move into his new department with him and I accepted. I am actually much happier where I am now than I would have been had I gotten the original higher paying position, and significantly more happy than if I had stayed in my original department following the reorganization. Plus, the family is all back together and we have a house on a little bit of land. So generally things are pretty darn good.

I ended up where I am through a fabulous combination of talent and (more pointedly) excellent timing. I'm the Operations Supervisor at an amusement park, directly over Ride Operations and Park Services, and indirectly having my fingers in a few other areas. It's a decent salary, gives me insurance, and is a shitload of fun. As it turns out, I'm working towards my dream job, and I didn't really know it till I had my feet in the door.

Basically, I studied History for four years, didn't really think of anything beyond that, thought I would get into law school, failed, tried for an office job, failed, tried for any other job, failed. I was getting turned down by offices, fast food restaurants, and department stores. I went to a job fair for my bookstore and was finally hired. So, intentional...no. Related? Kind of. I used to read books (or not) in college, if that counts.
I remember once when I was a bookwormy youngster on my BSC kick that a woman in a local bookstore offered me a job and during my time of depressive unemployment, I often thought of trying to see if the offer still stood. Retail is okay most of the time. My hours can suck so much that I need a second job, then sometimes I suspect my first job isn't giving me hours because they think I'm getting some from the second job and the second job doesn't have anything for me, and I'm basically screwed. Unless I can find a THIRD job.

P.S. I also thought this was going to be a "How did you get to Pajiba?" question and was also going to mention that this was done.
P.P.S. Good luck with the fever and the cat-dinosaur. Aside from a small bought of stomach flu, I haven't really been sick this winter. Yay for me.

NEO CITRAN, my dear. It'll knock you out & let you get some rest. No-name brand works just as well. I like London Drugs' "Hot Lemon Drink". Let's you know what you're getting.

I got my BA in English without any real idea of what I wanted to do with it. I worked menial jobs for about two years and then decided to go the Alternative Certification route so that I could teach, which was easy because I only had to take one more semester of classes.

I'm currently in my fourth year as an English teacher/coach (football, track and basketball) and am digging it.

Probably missed the train on this thread. Nevertheless, I work in Finance, I'm a business analyst. I analyze & report on my company's network of retail branches, & I loathe it. I'm the last person that should be entrenched in the corporate office environs. Pretty much everything about it is in sharp contrast to who I am & what I care about, but I work my 8.5 hours & collect my salary + benefits, as long as they'll have me. I've been in this career setting for about 10 years, & I knew about 5 years ago that it's not for me. I like being able to pay my mortgage & auto loan, & health & retirement benefits are good, but I'm basically wasting away here, so the plan is to start school again in the fall. Just 2 courses (botany/ecology & music theory) at community college, but I'd like to get into a degree program after a year or so. Ultimately, I'd love to be in environmental research, plus have a better comprehension of western music composition. Those things are important to me...my company's cost of funds & net credit losses, not so much.

I was 18, just graduated high school and needed a job quickly because one - I hated my stepfather with the passion of a fiery thousand suns and could no longer stand to live with him and my mother and two - they were moving from Calgary to Edmonton the following year and there was no way in hell I was moving to Edmonton. So, I took the legal secretary course at the local business college because it was only a nine month program and I was a fast typist. Figured I might be okay at being a secretary.

My first job was working as a receptionist for a public speaking company and I made $7.04 an hour. I moved out of my parents house a month before they moved to Edmonton and lived in a tiny one bedroom apartment. I survived on crackers and peanut butter for most of the first year.

Fastforward nearly 16 years later and I'm the payroll administrator for a large food distribution company. No formal training in payroll but I worked with the Controller of the company at a different company and she hired me based on my work at that company.

I enjoy it mostly. Or at least enough that I'm considering taking actual payroll courses and finding a more challenging, better paying job at a different company.

2002 graduated high school and pretty much had 2 jobs one at Subway which was the shittiest 2 days of my life literally. Someone had clogged the ladies toilet both days i worked which is why i quit. I though t i was supposed to make shitty sandwiches not play plumber. After that i worked for my neighbors dad doing tiling and random construction for him. So after doing that terrible labor for a year i got a job at an energy drink company working with a friend fulfilling online orders. Now its been 6 years and im still here doing shitty spreadsheets and conference calls on numbers and SKUs and POS and god its awful, but i get paid great and my bosses love me so cant really complain. This is what happens when you smoke weed all through high school and get straight F's. Yaaaaayyyy!!! for continuation school.

Wow, I just spent a long time reading all of your jobs and we have a really diverse crowd here - it makes me happy... or sad (coz some of your jobs make me sad - and I'm thinking specifically of Diablo's)

I just graduated last May, majored in Journalism and Philosophy, and I worked as a fulltime waitress for three months before my former internship/summer job offered me a part-time job. I took it because I was starting to hate humanity by then (Hungry, entitled people are AWFUL). The part time job has nothing to do with my journalism (or philosophy) degree – basically they wanted me to be the middle person for a new project. I took it coz the organization would look good on my resume. Also I really like the people I work with, I needed the money, and I needed to cut down on waitressing.

Anyway, I've been doing it since August, and the product for my project just came out, and looking at it, I could only think, "This was so not worth it." I hate the office politics, and the passive aggressive emails, and the round-about way to getting things done. I never thought I was going to be in a desk job, and here I am, in a desk job. They just recently started me on a fulltime basis, and I'm glad because I need the money. But I almost lost my temper at work today and had to take ten deep breaths to calm the fuck down.

I continued my waitressing on a part time basis and I'm glad I did because, believe it or not, the waitressing is what keeps me sane now.

Well, I'm way late to this discussion thanks to being sick myself and not having a fast net connection at home (gasp!), but I want to maintain my role as part of the Pajiban Threadkiller Society, so...

I am a lab tech. I have an environmental science degree, which means I have a very vague science background that qualifies me for very little. The thing is, in college I had to take so many, many chemistry courses that I felt to be a waste of my time that I vowed to never, ever do anything relating to chemistry. But four months after graduation, I had yet to secure a job.

Part of that was due to the university's job placement service, and the bitch I got as an adviser. This woman had PMS 24/7, found fault with everything I said and did, and treated me like a fucking five year old despite our narrow age difference. She insisted on the blandest resume possible--absolutely no trace of personality was to be discerned from anything you presented to a potential employer. It's probably not uncommon advice. But it didn't do shit for me. After four months of NOT ONE SINGLE phone call, I ditched all of it and started over. Resume--reformatted and critiqued by friends who weren't hormonal assholes. Cover letter--heavy with snark while highlighting my awesomeness. In less than a week, I got four phone calls. So if anyone's having trouble getting responses, dare to show a little personality.

I took a temp job in a lab. It was actually pretty hard, physical work, and the hours were long, but the group of guys I worked with were super fun. One of the best jobs I ever had. I started liking lab work--it appealed to my anal-retentive nature AND I didn't have to deal with whiny customers.

The job lasted longer than expected, so they had to hire us as permanent employees (despite knowing the job WOULD end in a few months), which gave us access to applying for other university jobs. I found a position that they were desperate to fill and worked there for 8 years--I got very good at what I do, although it was considerably less fun. But I had total freedom and absolutely no one breathing down my neck.

My current lab is much more fun to work in, really nice people and a great atmosphere. The pay isn't great, but you get tons of vacation time and a flexible schedule. My current boss keeps hinting that I should try for a management position, which I have no interest in as you mainly deal with finances and clients. I'm happy toiling away as a tech for the foreseeable future.

I'm a paramedic, and I work for a large, aggressive 911 service. I love what I do, it's great. I'm shortly going back to school and becoming a nurse, and upon getting my dual certifications I will become a flight medic, soaring to and fro through the skies doing the medicine. Equal parts lounging around and dealing with people's (sometimes fabricated) emergencies. I didn't want to work in a office, my job constantly changes.

I was a theatre major in college. Ha.