I'm convinced that anyone who tries to make work 'fun' can only be an utter, utter cunt. It's work, you do it for the money and then you go home. You're not there to have 'fun'.
I might be laughed out of the subforum for suggesting this but: academia?
Obviously there's a plethora of negatives to deal with and in many ways its less attractive than ever before but IF you manage to secure yourself a job you get paid well, spend quite a lot of time sitting around reading books, get to patronise the young, etc... A few of my friends are academics and they seem to be fairly happy with it.
Also, you're a funny/clever sort of guy, so maybe you could write comedy scripts or something?
My final suggestion is to become a writer of erotic fiction.
Obviously I'm projecting my own career frustrations/ambitions onto you here so take it with a pinch of don'tgiveafuck.
Don't start by thinking of something cool and interesting start from wanting to make a contribution to society. So no missiles, more CAB.
Hah! I happened across this thread this morning as I lie in bed 'working from home'. I have been let go from my job at a charity - I've got two weeks left. It was a relatively interesting job, well paid (compared to my last job, certainly) and for a good cause, buuuut - I never got into it, I never enjoyed it, I am (despite now having the anxiety of finding another job in about a fortnight) relieved that they got rid of me.
This obviously contradicts what I wrote just above this. Working for a charity has shown me that I'm really not a good enough person to be motivated by a good cause. Ultimately, I still felt bored by the work, miserable to be returning to the same office every day, alienated from the whole thing.
I'm not at an impasse of sorts because I have no desire to do any of the sorts of office job I'm qualified to do.Does life have to be like this? (I've got a horrible feeling that answer is 'yes, and then some, and it could be worse'.)
I think this idea that work can be fun and liberating and interesting
Yeah, I am aware that my inability to enjoy or even tolerate work is very much to do with my general depression about my life. The problem isn't the tedium of work so much as the tedium and anguish of my life outside of it.
Liking the people you work with is a big deal, probably more important than "the cause" or end product as long as you're not having a great laugh in the mafia or something.