Dream Job ~ BEDM

Talking about your dream job when you don’t have any job is kind of depressing. But then, I don’t know many people who are in their dream job, as such. Some people are doing what they need to do to get the bills paid; others are happy enough in their job but have an elusive dream career; whilst others are in a living hell and really wish they could leave to do something (anything) else. If you are lucky to be doing your dream job, then congratulations!

As ever, I don’t like to narrow things down to just one option when I can narrow them down to three, so I’m going to give you a rundown of three jobs I wish I could do to make a decent living.


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I don’t think I’m alone amongst bloggers in this respect. I think a lot of us got into this blogging lark because we feel we’ve got something to say, and we think we’re fairly good at saying it. Ever the Brit, I don’t like to blow my own trumpet, ever, but I think I am a fairly good writer. I’m not saying that I don’t have issues (I know I do, and succinctness is surely one of them). But I know that my talents outweigh any issues, and I’d love to make a career out of it. The most likely route this would take would be fiction, but ever since I started my blog I have realised that I wouldn’t mind writing lifestyle articles, so I can see myself blogging professionally – probably on behalf of a company, rather than making a living out of this blog.

Senior White House Assistant

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I want to work in the White House, but I know that I am supremely under qualified to actually work in any substantive role that contributes to policy in any meaningful way. So really, my ideal job would be that of Donna Moss in The West Wing. She’s essentially a deputy to Josh Lyman (the Deputy Chief of Staff, which I guess makes her the Deputy Deputy Chief of Staff*), but she’s very important to him and allows him to do his job well. When she outgrows her role, she joins a campaign to elect the next president, and eventually becomes chief of staff to the incoming First Lady. This is literally my ideal career trajectory. If I could work also in the (fictional) Bartlet White House, that would make all my dreams come true.

Foley Artist

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Ever since I watched a behind-the-scenes documentary about Friends, years ago, I have been interested in foley art. If you don’t know, a foley artist is responsible for the everyday sounds that you hear in films, television, radio and video games. For example, the sound of a door shutting or a lift bell pinging are sounds that are added in post-production, and not recorded whilst the scene is being filmed. Generally, you don’t notice them, and you certainly don’t necessarily pick up that they are added afterwards. But there is someone who is responsible for recreating them, and they sometimes have to be really inventive about it! Sound is a film or television show is so important, and when it’s done well it can really add to your enjoyment of it. I’d love to be a foley artist and be responsible for creating those sounds. I’ve looked into what I would need to do in order to make it a reality, but I don’t know if I’ve left it too late. Writing this has made me realise how much I want to do it, so maybe I’ll pull my finger out and actually do something about it!

* Congratulations if you are a big enough West Wing geek to pick up on the quote.

My First Job ~ BEDM

I’ve put off writing this post all day, for the simple reason that my first job wasn’t very interesting, and ended rather unceremoniously!

I worked in the small village supermarket (it’s now a Nisa, though it wasn’t back then) for a couple of months when I was about fifteen or sixteen. The way I remember it is that my mum had asked them if they needed any weekend staff and they said yes and I started working there. There was no interview, of course, because all I was doing was stacking shelves and cleaning.

When I was little, I really wanted to work in a shop. I loved the idea of using the till, it somehow seemed so important to be in charge of a machine with lots of buttons and money inside. When it came to working in this particular shop, I didn’t get to use the till, because I wasn’t old enough. I worked every Saturday afternoon, probably for about five or six hours, and it was deathly dull. Eventually, I got let go because I had taken too long to clean the stock room floor. I will freely admit that I wasn’t especially fast at that particular task, but I do think that there was probably a little more to it. Firstly, I don’t think they liked me very much – I wasn’t the most gregarious teenager, a combination of being shy and not really liking the people I ‘worked’ with. Secondly, I think there may have been a bit of small-village politics at play. It’s best not to go into too many details, but I don’t think that I was that terrible at this menial job!

My first full-time job came along when I left school and was intending to take a year out to work – that year turned into seven! I worked for a company called Special Reserve who had a few stores up and down the country; they sold consoles, games, and computer hardware and software. I had a lot of fun there, despite not being the most technologically minded person at the time. I worked with all men, which is something I recommend, for sure. There’s very little bitchiness when it’s all men, and a lot of them were quite nerdy, because it was a computer shop, so they were really my kind of guys for the most part.

I wish I had one of those really strange, obscure jobs on my CV, but I don’t. Do you?