Desk job or mascot?

There is something to be said about a real man's profession. If you were to think of a manly job, the following might pop into your mind: a firefighter, a heart surgeon or a bank robber. Take special notice that none of these careers are even closely related to my past two jobs: 1) Stan Bird.
As the 7 foot tall mascot for the Standard-Examiner newspaper I entertained people all across the Wasatch Front at parades, baseball games and such events. One of my favorite parts of this job was being able to meet the most influential leaders of our day, such as: Chewbacca, the mayor of Clearfield City and the pig from Famous Dave's BBQ.
2) Pumpkinhead
I don't know if this is the real name of the mascot, but that's what people yell at me from their car windows as they zoom by, some of them communicating with their hands as well, putting special emphasis on the use of their longest finger, suggesting that I am No. 1! The reason that I bring up the fact that I have had these jobs is because they are both unusual, somewhat immature positions, whereas that of my fiancee, Deborah M Thompson, is a position that scientists generally agree as being the most important in world history. Her picture shows her in her normal work garb as she dissects and examines the most important aspect of any culture: soil. Without soil, how could anything grow? How could there be mud when it rains?

Exactly my point.
Debbie and I are at different levels of maturity. My level is low and includes dancing for money (not to be taken in a wrong sense) while hers is much higher and includes saving the world.