In my 25 years of work history, I’ve often joked that I’ve held every job that a 10-year-old boy would dream of having, short of firefighter and professional athlete.
I worked for Playboy, ran a giant toy store, served as director for a group of rock-band summer camps, and scored a staff position at the newspaper I read while growing up, The Boston Globe. Each position was a dream job in its own right, and I didn’t get any of the jobs by accident or simply by sending a resume and hoping for the best.