While I’ll be the first person to acknowledge that I’m still young and handsome enough to attain most or all of these career goals in my life, I still refer to them as “dream jobs” because they are the jobs I work at in my dreams to earn dream dollars which I can then cash in for bonus dream levels.
So here are five careers I would love to have.
1. STUNTMAN / AMERICAN GLADIATOR.
Top five reasons why being a stuntman would be awesome:
- Jumping out of sky scraper windows.
- Getting lit on fire.
- Jumping from a galloping horse onto the roof of a moving car/train.
- Acquiring a badass nickname like Tyler “Ty” Geurts.
- Getting dressed up like Zac Efron to double for him in a scene that requires Tad (Zac’s character) to jump a motorcycle over a swimming pool and then maybe after we wrap that scene and I’m still in costume some teenage girls (18 year olds, totes legal) see me and actually think I’m the Mother Efr himself and lift up their shirts to show me their awesome bewbs. And George Clooney happens to be right there and sees this all go down and totally hits me with a cool four-step high five sequence that we both nail first try without even practicing. Then George invites me out to his place in the Hamptons to play paintball, and even though I get the jump on Cloon and can totally light him up with paintballs I miss on purpose and let him win since he’s been such a good host. George makes me Mickey Mouse pancakes every morning and flies in all sorts of exotic strippers every night. Some of the strippers are of a super race from the North Pole not known to us regular folk. After two weeks at Clooney’s Hamptons home I have to get back to work and finish shooting the big Efron summer blockbuster. As I’m saying goodbye to George I extend my hand for a shake and he leans in for a kiss on the lips. I casually turn my head pretending not to notice his advance and he hits me on the cheek. I don’t see George again for several years, though he continues to “poke” me on Facebook every few weeks.
Since I probably won’t be stuntin’ 9-5 err’day, I’d use my stuntman athleticism to moonlight as an American Gladiator. My name would be Raisin, short for Raisin Hell because I go through competitors with the ferocity of a raisin, which as we know is high in dietary fibre and speeds up digestion. My specialty would be a stage where competitors have to get across a 100-metre trampoline covered in soap and marbles while I shoot them with Nerf non-name brand toy guns and also bb guns. Unfortunately like pretty well every A.G. great before me, my gladiating career will be cut short when I’m found dead in a Denny’s washroom.
2. HOST OF MAN V. FOOD.
Eating disgusting amounts of insane food to show how kickass and manly I am, all the while getting paid is the American dream. And since I live in Canada, a.k.a. “upper America” that makes it my dream as well.
Not only would I make stacks of cash by hosting the show, but think of the additional money I’d save:
- Don’t have to buy my own lunch.
- Get sent on vacation for free.
- The mountains of insanely greasy bullshit I’ll be consuming every day will surely kill me at a young age, which will save me thousand of dollars in rent.
As the show’s new host my first order of bidness would be to add an “s” to accompany the “v” in Man v. Food. What the hell is that all about anyways? It should be Man vs. Food. Using “v” without the “s” is almost exclusively used in a legal context. The television program using it in this case just makes people confuse the show with the unprecedented 1996 civil suit of Mann v. Phood. Which as we all know was when plaintiff, David Mann, successfully sued Chinese buffet owner, Zhang Wei Phood, for $450,000 in damages after claiming the fortune in his cookie was was incorrect. You may remember it as the trial the media dubbed “Phood Food Feud.”
3. HIGH POWERED FILM EXECUTIVE WHO PREVENTS MOVIE REMAKES.
I don’t know if this is a real job that exists, but the title of this post was “DREAM JOBS.” So if in my dreams I can fly (only while upside down) then I can also invent a new job. Besides, this one is super important and really should be a real job if it isn’t already because we need to put a stop to this shit!
Just chill out Hollywood, we don’t need another fucking Total Recall!
I tell you what, if I was at that Total Recall remake meeting in my newly created position this is how it would have went down:
Some asshole:
“Hey, remember in 1990 how people loved Total Recall? Well we should just make it again now only way crappier and instead of starring a beloved actor and gigantic box office draw of the time like Arnold Schwarzenegger we’ll get a washed up actor that most people downright hate and who looks like he’s probably pretty racist in real life like Colin Farrell!”
Me:
“Fuuuuuck yoooouuu! That’s a terrible idea! God, I hate you. You’re fired. Shut it all down. And we’re having Thai food for lunch, that’s not up for debate!”
And that would be that. In a three minute long meeting I’d save the studio $125 million dollars, I’d save Joe Public 118 minutes of eye rolling and holding their finger up to their head while pretending it’s a gun they’re using to blow their brains out, AND I’d secure Thai food for lunch that day.
4. WRITER.
I should clarify, I have no interest in writing books or anything serious or long, I strictly want to write for a sketch comedy show or possibly a new and totally hilarious sitcom that I create and also star in like some kind of peniled Tina Fey.
My sketch comedy show could be called Sketchy. It’s a double entendre because it would be a sketch show that would star television’s first all dirty hobo cast! I’m not gonna lie, a lot of the sketches will be trainbridge and bindle themed, at least at first while the hobos cut their teeth. However, I think around season two or three once the show really hits its stride we’ll be able to branch out into sketches about lots of other things such as garbage fires and wearing wooden barrels with straps as clothes!
The as of yet unnamed sitcom would most likely be a behind the scenes look at what it takes to run an all hobo sketch comedy show. It would be air on NBC and star Fred Savage as me, the creator/head writer, and the Olsen twins as all the hobos. Think 30 Rock meets 30 Rock. It would air for four seasons to mixed reviews before being cancelled and replaced with an all dog sitcom about a dog park starring Air Bud’s youngest son and Chloë Grace Moretz as the lead dogs, called Barks and Recreation.
5. ASTRONAUT.
Or time travelling astronaut. Either one would be fine, I just wanna go to space so fucking badly. I wanna float, use waterless high-suction toilets, float while eating floating Jell-o, and most importantly wear a cool space jumpsuit with my name sewn onto it!
“Captain…”
No…
“SUPER SPACE CAPTAIN TYLER ‘ TY’ GEURTS OF ROGUE SQUADRON!”
Or of any squadron really. Though I would definitely feel better knowing Wedge has my back up there. #starwars
Seriously though, do we even fucking go to space anymore? Sure, Chris Hadfield went to space, TWO YEARS AGO. And what did he accomplish? Oh, he wrote a book? Well then I guess it was worth it because as we all know writing on Earth just does not work. That’s the reason why since it’s creation in 1954, against the urging of his accountant, Brad Anderson has to be launched into space every time he wants to write a new Marmaduke comic strip.
Former US president John F. Kennedy knew how important space travel is. JFK’s affinity for space exploration is illustrated in this excerpt from his speech at Rice University on September 12,1962.
“…We need to get to space and onto the moon pronto so we can use it as an army base for all our space fighting. Also if we find any sweet moon poon up there I call first dibs ’cause I am the original ‘ass-tronaut’ if you catch my drift… For those of you who don’t catch my drift I’m talking about fuckin’. Oh, and we should drive dune buggies around when we get on the moon and try to hit some kickass jumps! Dude, how awesome would that be?? Oh man, those stupid Russians would be all like ‘whaaat, no way?!'” – John F. Kennedy, President/Visionary.
I’m pretty sure the space shuttles that get launched these days don’t even have lasers or space missiles on them. They’re basically just giant metal tampons. We might as well just launch giant billboards into space that say “Hey aliens, come invade our planet cause we’re total pussies, lol.”
Man, we used to shoot monkeys into space! When did we lose our way…
-TG