After an exhaustive job search, you snag a part-time seasonal job at Denali Park in Alaska. You blow your Granddad's inheritance on the move and get mauled by a grizzly the first week on the job. Too bad those seasonal positions don't include health insurance.

Your first entry-level summertime position is working out okay (except for that case of poison ivy on your face), but then you make the mistake of letting a couple campers slide on campfire safety requirements. One raging forest fire later, your dreams of getting rehired have gone up in flames.

You've just nailed your first full-time position at a great park. The only problem is that you wanted to be that lone-wolf ranger who goes around taking water samples, not the guy who's stuck trying to convince unruly sixth graders that lectures on water purity are cool.

You've been doing your thing for the park service for years as a peace officer. You enjoy cracking down on tourists who don't play by the rules, but you can't get over the fact that you still haven't paid off those pesky student loans.

After an exciting career of putting out fires and rescuing people from the grips of death, you've worked your way up to park superintendent. You're not the richest person in the world, but you're proud of what you've accomplished. Now, at long last, maybe your spouse will stop guilt-tripping you for missing Thanksgiving.