A journalist.
But for various reasons (including skiving off at school) I was unable to go to university to do all the training and so slid into working in electronics. I'd been a bit of an electronics dilettante in my early teens and new a capacitor from a resistor so why not? Didn't like it, but it kept the wolf from the door. Then I got a crack at doing freelance journalism.
WAHEEYYY!
I sucked at it and the pay was crap (and irregular).
Back to electronics, fixing cash registers and such.
Now when I was at school some team from some government department came around and put us through tests to identify what sort of career we should follow. I was told cryptography or computer programming. There were only about seven cryptographers in the world at that time (or so I thought) and not a lot more programmers, so those didn't seem promising. Anyway, I wanted to be a journalist and I got crap marks for maths.
Fast forward 20 odd years. A friend of mine leaves one of those old-fangled home computers, a Commodore Vic-20, with me for a few months. There's a book in the box - how to program your Vic-20. I read this book. This stuff looks like fun. So I mess around with this for hours and amaze myself at what I can do (which, with that machine, wasn't that much). Damn! Those teacher people were right. I enrolled at Technikon, night school, to study for an IT diploma.
Changed careers. What fun. For a decade or two anyway.
These days I think the best thing to do is to earn a good salary, provide for retirement, and to have some money to do the things you really want to do. The last few years I've seen some fabulous performances and places that will stay in my mind for a long time.
Some people are lucky enough to have a job that they enjoy just as an activity. Another way to look at it is as a way to fund the things that you really want to do. This was explained to me years ago by a guy who was my boss when I was fixing computer power supplies - he said that he didn't want to do this, he wanted to ride motorbikes, but most people who want to ride motorbikes can't make a living from it so he worked at what he did so that on the weekend he could ride motorbikes.
There's a Ewan MacColl song, the Manchester Rambler, which has this chorus
I'm a rambler, I'm a rambler from Manchester way
I get all my pleasure the hard moorland way
I may be a wage slave on Monday
But I am a free man on Sunday