What I do for money is so lame I don't even admit it. When people ask, I dodge the question by hitting them with the nearest object.
I don't have a dream job, really. They've been asking me since elementary what my dream job is, and I've never had answer. I'm not too ambitious, I can't be in charge of anyone else, I'm too shy to get any job without the help of a friend or family member, I have no outstanding talent in anything, and my mathematical skills are crap. Unless I get abs and smurf a rich old guy for vast amounts of cash, I'm always going to be poor and living in an apartment over a veterinary clinic.