No apologies available for the earnest nature of the following. I’ve been doing some writing exercises from a mildly Froot Loops-y self-help thing called The Artist’s Way (book comes with slightly stoned-sounding blurb from Martin Scorcese, which was a huge selling point for me). One of the prompts for consideration in unblocking (ok slightly cringe) your inner artist (no cringing dammit) is to write down five jobs that you might have liked to have had in polyverse iterations of yourself. (I love my actual real-universe job).
Cop (somewhere between sipowicz and inspector rebus)
righthanded baseball pitcher (Justin Masterson)
movie director (weird one)
professor (Indiana Jones)
graphic designer (Gerd Arntz)