Truck Driving for me. It’ll feel cool for probably a half-hour for me, to be driving something big. Until my worry of having to meet things in timely manners start kicking in and my anxiety to make sure information going all directions are right enough for easy deliveries.
Not to mention, how stupid easy it probably is for a eighteen wheeler truck to topple over in bad weather.
I’ve not been able to hold any position more than six months… So basically I can imagine doing any job, but then quickly loose interest then can’t imagine doing it ever again. Hah
Strange that it’s not in this thread yet:
ICE
Anything where I have to deal with human shit.
Anything related to specieism : butcher, breeding animals, selling cheese or whatever twisted shit speceists consume. 😬
Deep sea diving repairs.
You have to go into a pressure chamber as soon as humanly possible when you arrive from the deep void of nothingness or else you rupture and die. If anyone needs a union it is those guys. They should be paid 3x the ceo’s salary.
Also, sketch YouTube comedians like Smosh, Dropout, etc… I couldn’t be “on” doing comedy for 6-8 hours a day recording constantly.
“I used to be a hot-tar roofer. Yeah, I remember that… day.” ~Mitch Hedberg
Hey, it’s the story of my first job mixing and pouring concrete at 14!
Anything involving Chemistry. Im on school to become an engineer, but I absolutely hate working with chemicals and doing lab reports. I have a fear of heat, so working with boilers or exothermic reactions is not fun.
Oil rigger. I’m simply not built for that level of manual labour day in day out. I wouldn’t last a day.
Any job to do with food. Restaurant, bar, cafe, pizzeria, whatever. I just feel utterly incompetent there.
And it’s not just cooking, even being a cashier or delivery guy is impossible for me. I can’t put it into words, but I am just incapable of doing it.
My oldest brother went to work for McDonald’s, then later for Hardees as a manager. I remember how his room smelled. Like old grease and sadness. He lost feeling in his fingers due to working the grill and was working all the time.
I vowed never to work in food, ever. Now 40 years later, I still haven’t. Although for a bit different reason, as I love to cook and have made it a hobby. I would not want to make something I love to do into something I HAVE to do.
I wouldn’t be able to work in sales, marketing, or any client-facing corporate role since I find those interactions very draining and dislike having to negotiate or push people into something they aren’t already at least a little bit receptive to, especially if I don’t fully support that thing myself.
I have changed jobs a few times because the position I was in transformed into a sales based position.
Yeah, same too.
I hate the fuck out of advertising and marketing. There’s no way I’d last even an hour, having someone tell me to go out and get people to buy products. Products and services that might not have been very well worth the money, but it has to be someone’s job to convince another to buy it anyways. You become the very thing you absolutely loathe.
Same, that’s why I’m a truck driver
Same, that’s why I’m a mechanic.
ICE.
Off shore rigs/commercial fishing
I like the ocean but I think I might go insane there
Try watching this movie, it was based upon a real event:
I watched a video about UNDER WATER oil drilling (or something like that, not sure if I got the terminology correct), and like they talk about how workers have to go in a fucking submarine and then they have to live in a tiny living space under water and also they need to spend 8 hours to slowly depressurize before they can resurface…
Nah, fucking caustrophobia is gonna kill me.
Saturation diving. It’s my understanding that they actually haul them up to the surface between shifts, they just keep them in a pressurized vessel to keep their bodies at high pressure. They make bank working a fraction of the year, and for good reason.
A bartender or barista. Just the thought of having to know how to instantly make an untold number of drinks, with infinite variations and customizations, and get it fucking perfect every single time fills me with dread.
If you do a job like that, please know that I consider you a wizard.
You absolutely don’t have to know a lot, and cheating is what you do when you don’t know.
Also, “perfect”? Add more alcohol and 90% of people will be happy. Source: memories from the nineties.
I have my own espresso machine and make various drinks for myself as a hobby. That’s actually the easy part of being a barista. The hard part is keeping up with a high pace of orders during rush hour. I would not want to be a barista either, specifically because of the stress of that work.
The other commenter is right about the good coffee though. Making really good espresso from fancy light roasted single origin coffee is extremely difficult.
Most baristas are terrible at making good coffee. There are some coffee shops around that make good coffee but they’re definitely in the minority.
I’m in the Seattle area and we have lots of decent baristas.
Depends on where you are but this is true for many places in the States.
I think any purely manual, highly repetitive job would kill me. Like assembly line work.
I worked as a dishwasher in a small restaurant as a teenager. Those 2 4-hour shifts felt like they lasted DAYS.
Having done a few weeks of highly repetitive work, the worst was when I had to bundle items in groups of 10. I couldn’t think a thought more complex, that repeating song lyrics to myself. When I got a few hours feeding a machine that counted for itself, it was liberating.
I used to be a pharm tech. Filling prescriptions was chill, because it meant you didn’t really have to do too much thinking, just scan the bottles, count, and slap a label on it. It was really frustrating as an AuDHD haver because I would sometimes just start talking to myself in my head or paying attention to literally anything besides how many pills I’d counted. Like I’d need to count out 30 pills and next thing I know I’d just have a huge pile of pills that I’d “counted” by 5s but I’d have zero clue how many were there lol.
Any job that involves moving around in four dimensions. I can’t imagine that at all.
You already are (4th dimension is time)
Look at this time lord casually flexing on us mortals.
