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.
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.