There was a time long ago when men were real men. They went to war, worked in the mine, built skyscrapers without safety equipment and sailed across the Indian Ocean before it was called the Indian Ocean looking for some place that might not have existed. My nightmare job is any job that would require me to be a man. There are still some manly jobs out there, all of which are still too manly for me. Even with all the safe guards in the workplace, to me, it’s still torture to have to carry around stacks of wood all day under the blazing sun or frosty winter. I look at those people and think to myself that I would rather knock off liquor stores for a living. Maybe not rob liquor stores as it wouldn’t last but maybe something more cowardly like snatching purses from ladies of any age.
I had one of these labour intensive jobs but only for a day. It was 8 hours of shovelling a 50/50 steaming concoction of dirt and manure into a wheel barrel to be transferred 30 feet away. He paid me $110 cash and also bought me dinner hoping that I would return another time. Once you spend your developing years doing non-labourious work, I think it is impossible for most people to willingly transition into those types of jobs.
On the other side of the spectrum, I would consider sitting at a desk or standing behind one just as nightmarish assuming that I am doing it for 8 hours a day. Having it be so deathly quiet and being able to hear computers humming and people making noises with their noses and throats drives me silently insane. I would stare at the window closest to me and would imagine jumping through it. I used to have one of these jobs and I definitely did stare at that window. They wanted me to quit but instead I forced them to fire me. I framed my termination letter.
So from labour intensive jobs to sitting in a cubicle, I’ve narrowed my job aspirations to nothing. Wasn’t that the plan though? Computers, machines and robots were supposed to do all the work for us. I wasn’t born lazy. I was tricked into it.