I've never had a "dream job", but this was pretty close,...
Years ago there used to be a company (I don't remember which one) who had a helicopter right on the Vegas Strip (somewhere near the Monty Carlo if I recall correctly?). I walked passed it many times on many Vegas excursions, it just sitting there all night, blades spinning, people being loaded on and off periodically for its roughly ten minute trip to the other end and back.
Then one night (shortly after I became a Private pilot) as I walked by on my way to Sbarros for a slice, I decided to take a ride. I remember sitting there in the front seat of that Jet Ranger ice cold air hitting me in the face (it was about ninety outside that night) gazing at the lights below, music playing through my headset, the really cool pivoting turn he did at the far end, and for the first time thought to myself, "This would be an awesome job"!
Sadly this exact job no longer exits. Maybe that's why its so easy for me to tell commercial flying to piss off, who knows?
So, what job made you want to not just fly, but fly for a living?
This may have been the place, hard to remember exactly, and googling them makes it seem as if they never existed?,...maybe it was just a dream? Certainly enough pictures of that stupid clown that was nearby
Edited by r22butters, 28 December 2016 - 17:58.