In the most comfortable jobs the only thing we take home is money. We take home no stress, no anxiety, no unpleasant interaction and no dread for the next day. In my column today I'm a postie for a few days, in my head, and I've been inspired by news that a former workmate has become a postie. Like him, I'll turn up at a mail exchange somewhere, sort and pack my mail and head off into a beautiful day to greet all my new friends. At the end of the day I'll give all the other posties a cheery wave and go home, perhaps shouting myself a congratulatory beer on the way.

What a job!

There must be other such wonderful jobs, and while I can think of quite a few possibilities they're dismissed on closer examination. Taxi driving? No drunks please. Cleaning? Too hard. Stop-go traffic control? Too boring. Telemarketing? Too hungry. Behind the bar? Maybe.

Now, in this new world money is not an issue. We assume that these jobs will provide enough - we're looking for rewards other than moolah.

And I do think it would be a privilege to choose a job on the basis that money doesn't matter. So, money aside, what's your ideal job?