I can honestly say that my very first paying job was bounty hunter, and yes I have been shot. .....
Even though I know it sounds way more impressive if I just leave it at that, I grew up listening to Paul Harvey, so here's the rest of the story.
I grew up on a ranch in western Oregon with my parents and grandparents (dads side). At the age of 7 or 8 my grand father started paying me a dime a piece for digger (ground) squirrel tails. I had an old single shot bolt action .22 with a plunger, and he'd count out a doz or so shells for me, then send me out the door with the dog and my pocket knife. When I got in, he'd count out the tails Id collected and if there was too big of a discrepancy between shells used and number of tails collected, he would quite literally kick my ass hard enough to lift me up on my tip toes. "Dammit boy! Bullets don't grow on trees you know. Aint sending you out there just to bang away and waste em."
The getting shot part involved squirrel hunting with the grandson of one of my grandfathers acquaintances. The squirrel had ran under an old junker car parked out on the edge of the pasture and as we lay on our bellies looking under the car, Einstein thinks he sees it and takes a shot. WHANG!zzzz! the .22 bullet or a piece of shrapnel flies back and takes a shallow furrow out of my T shirt and the top of my shoulder. Not deep enough to do any real damage, but enough to burn like hell and have my mom and grandmother asking what happened to my T shirt and why I was bleeding. I told them what happened and Einstein never came out to the ranch again. That evening my dad explained that this was why you never hunt with anyone you don't know and trust.
As for other jobs, Ive worked enough food service to be fairly convinced that the good Lord did not wire me for that particular occupation, same goes for call center employee, and green chain puller in a sawmill. Wild land fire fighting with the
Forest Circus when I was in my early to mid 20's was very cool job, as was summer help on county road crew while I was going to college. Spent nine years working for the state as a field biologist, great job if you can afford it, but then the state budget took a dump so no funding for projects, and I managed to tear an MCL while doing a spawning survey, so now I drive a school bus. I don't know if my mom drank heavily while she was pregnant with me or what, but I really like bus driving. Doesn't make any sense to me, 40 foot bus, 80 screaming kids, traffic...(shrug).