Granted. They stop posting such advertisements altogether, hugely increasing the number of applicants for the remaining jobs. The huge increase in job market friction drives the economy into a deep, lasting depression.
I wish I could turn into a megatherium (preferably about eight feet tall) at will, retaining my full intellect and the ability to speak. Bodily processes performed in one form would be translated, so that, for example, eating a megatherium-suited portion of tree leaves and then transforming would leave me proportionately full of something humans can digest. My clothes would transform with me, leaving the each form dressed in whatever that form was last wearing. (Broadly speaking, like D&D 3.5 Wild Shape.)
I wish I had a solid idea for a novel.
Alternative corruption:
You do. Unfortunately, it's not your idea, and it's neither good nor original. Having had ~300 pages of notes and drafts fall on your head from a window on the fifth floor, however, you can testify that it is very solid indeed.