A few months ago, I interviewed for a job with a company that makes plant tags--you know, like the 5,000 or so that you probably have stashed in a kitchen drawer or on a shelf somewhere, because "you might need them" for something. The ones that your significant other keeps threatening to throw away if they don't find a home. The ones that, one day, you are going to organize into a loose leaf notebook with all sorts of other useful information about that particular plant.
The job itself sounded interesting, but it involved quite a bit of overtime in the fall, which is their busy season, and for various reasons (like needing to expand my flower beds this fall) I didn't want to take a job that required such a huge time commitment right now, so I took my name out of consideration. I asked the owner of the company to keep me in mind if he needed some temporary help from time to time, and a couple of weeks ago, I got an email from him asking if I could do a little work for the next month or so.
To make a long story short, I am getting paid to look at photos of plants.
There is actual work involved, of course, a lot of data entry and renaming computer files and such, but all day I get to look at plant pictures and read about plants. Today, we were looking for photos of a Cryptomeria "Black Dragon," and I mentioned that I had seen one just the other day.
"Would you mind going and getting a picture of it?" the boss asked.
Gee, leave work early to go take pictures of plants. If I tried that at most jobs, I'd be in trouble.
(Some employers who shall remain nameless might remark that they would hardly notice I was gone, but I'll let that slide since she and her husband treated all of the Wild Birds Unlimited employees to a delicious dinner tonight...)