My worst job was for a different vet. He was broke and some weeks he couldn’t afford to pay us. His ethics were shifty and he was always putting me into situations I wasn’t comfortable with (pretending one vaccine was another because we were out of the it, doing his surgeries for him while he and one of the nurses had an affair together in the back, etc.). But I was broke and it (sometimes) paid the bills.

My best job was for the same vet I started working for when I was 16. I went back my senior year of high school and stayed there for many years. I was a veterinary technician and I learned so much. I love going to work and I loved my bosses. They believed in me and we were like a family.

My ideal situation? Finishing vet school and practicing animal medicine, like I started out doing. Why am I not doing it? Because my little girl came along and made me realize that I didn’t want to spend that much time away from my family.

You can tell what I love by the places I’ve worked. I’ve always been at vet clinics (even more than listed here!), save for a short stint in a gas station during my junior year of high school and my current gig at the tax prep place.

Worst job, just a blah office job, except that I had a boss who alternated between sickly sweet and raging. In retrospect, I believe she must have been menopausal and crazy. But it was hard to cope with, not knowing who she would be day by day.

Dream job is NO job. I am living the dream job. Sigh.

The worst job I’ve had was in sales. It wasn’t clear that I’d be doing sales when I took the job, but it quickly dissolved into that. I hate selling.

My best job was as a pharmacy tech. It was a family-owned pharmacy, and everyone was so friendly and awesome. I miss that job.

My dream job is to travel and write. Actually no, my dream job is to somehow get paid to read. But I haven’t figured out what that means, so the next best thing is to travel and write.

I’m not doing that because I don’t have enough gumption or confidence. I don’t know how to make it happen, so I just don’t make it happen. Plus I’m afraid I’ll put all my energy into making it happen, then I won’t like it as much as I do in my fantasy.

First job – I worked as an assistant helping out at children’s birthday parties. It was great at first but I eventually got sick of dealing with screaming bratty children every weekend.

Worst job – Working the hotline at a bank. Not to toot my own horn, but I had the best statistics in the dept. (most calls answered, most calls made, shortest time on the phone) but my boss didn’t like me and gave me sh*t when I told her I wanted to take more college classes to finish my degree.

Best job – My unpaid internship my senior year of college…I worked in the detective division of my local police dept for four months. I got to do everything…went on an undercover drug buy, went on the execution of a search warrant, saw an autopsy…much cooler than all of my friends internships.

Dream job – I’d love to be a detective. Reading people and solving problems is what I’m good at. I’ve pretty much given up on this dream. I can’t run so I’ll never make it through a police academy. (My lungs are only 60% of the size they’re supposed to be so I get winded very easily. I’ve tried building up my endurance, but it isn’t improving.) I love the field of law enforcement so I’ll have to figure out something else to do in the field. Right now I’m a dispatcher.

Worst job – previous job at college from hell. Ugh, just thinking about it makes me shudder. Policies changed every time you walked in the door, students got whatever they wanted because administrators were too afraid to say no, instructors just gave out A’s automatically, I was always blamed for things that weren’t my fault, etc. Ugh, ugh, ugh.

Best job – toss up between current job (much nicer college than last) and first higher ed job I had. Much less stress at current job and great hours. Love the students too. But at my first higher ed job, I worked with fantastic people and loved seeing them every day.

Dream job – I really don’t know! I always hate these questions because they force me to think outside the box. I like my box! Its comfortable and familiar! lol It would definitely involve setting my own hours and having a lot of flexibility. Maybe I could become a professional shopper! I definitely love doing that.

Worst job – summer I was 18. worked in a lumber mill. had to get up at 4:30am (I am NOT a morning person) and also managed to smash the tips of 2 fingers the day before opening night of a show I was supposed to be playing in the pit orchestra for.

Best job – working in Yellowstone National Park. The job was okay, much better the second summer, but it was the location that made all the difference!

Dream job – some combination of photography and teaching. I’m not teaching now because I wanted to stay home with my son. I’m not doing photography… because I’m still learning, have little confidence in myself, and have the worlds slowest computer so editing takes hours I don’t have.

Worst job – working at the bank. My manager was horrible, the stress sucked, and the pay sucked even more. And I had to work Saturdays.

Best job – a toss between a coffehouse and the college. The coffeehouse was a blast and I got to hang out with people all day, but the pay wasn’t much. The college, worked with mostly great people (there’s always a bad apple somewhere) it was great pay and benefits and my ideas were taken seriously and I was constantly given more responsibility.

My dream job – I feel like I’m living it. Although I’d love to have more time for my photography and travel the world taking beautiful pics, I’ll settle for taking them of the cutest kid ever.