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.
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.