What kind of job are you not suited for?

Anything with children.

Jailer

@Sagacious -Whine not?
@stanleybmanly – It’d almost be like being in prison….

Rocket scientist or surgeon. I don’t have the kind of brain for one or the guts for the other. Also, pilot. I don’t want a job where people’s lives are in my hands.

@janbb- “The guts”- lol

Sales

@ARE_you_kidding_me – Maybe if you were half-off?

Sales, elder care, therapist, corrections officer…lots of things.

@Demosthenes -So selling elderly people your services as a therapist would not work?

Lifting heavy things. I’m not very strong anymore, and have some muscle troubles.

Early hours 5 days straight. I hate M-F with a start time before 9:00. The exception would be I could probably handle it if it’s work from home. It’s so against my natural sleep pattern and energy level. It’s literally like torture. People scoff at that, but sleep deprivation is a real torture technique. People like me often spend years of our childhood in that state of being miserable simply because the world (school) functions at early hours. When you get to my age you are sick of being miserable and have little tolerance for it unless absolutely necessary. Mind you, I’m not wholly nocturnal, I’m just asking for 9:30 to 11:00 start time. 9:30 shouldn’t be a big deal for most companies, I really don’t understand why it is.

@JLeslie – I am not a morning person either and lack of sleep is torture.

Any kind of Doctor, Lawyer, Teacher, cop, parent,sales person,
If I wasn’t driving Transports, I would be an equipment operator.
I could work with a crew I very much prefer to work alone.

@SQUEEKY2 -Do you draw the line at an ice road trucker?

That is really not my cup of tea either, getting to old for that kind of shit,next trucking job I want is pin to pin, you take load to it destination unhook it pick up another trailer and bring it back.

@SQUEEKY2 -Do you often have to unload your truck?

Load and and unload it.

@SQUEEKY2 – That can’t be easy. What are the heaviest things you haul?
Are CBs still used regularly?

Is the stuff on pallets?

Last sixteen years the stuff I haul looks like shredded cardboard called pulp fibre and it’s very heavy they use it to make pet bedding .
It’s loaded by a front end loader through the top of the trailers, to unload you back the trailer on a ramp and it lifts and dumps the load out the back of the trailer.

But do you have to stack it or wheel it in or out of the trailer on pallets with a jack or forklift?

WE dump it in the trailers @stanleybmanly , then tip the trailers to unload it.

So you pull big gondola type dump trailers like coal trailers?

They look like this @stanleybmanly….
https://youtu.be/a9tVwFvZTHw

open tops? What I’m getting at is are you expected to handload the crap?

Work that focuses on impersonal concerns,is mundane or involves conflict etc
Accounting
Auditing
data entry and similarly grinding data heavy work.( factory or data entry jobs are unfulfilling work that revolves around “something ( machines) rather than“someone”( humans socialization).

My ideal:
Self Employment that encompasses creativity,photography,freelance writing,info technology etc
Hobbies that can convert into self employment

Self Employment is ideal because of the benefits:
Ability to plan one’s own time
Tangible results of ones own work
Self Direction
Autonomy and creative freedom as opposed to the Corporate Environment where causes forced loyalty to questionable procedures and ideal in some instances.

NO wonder I love my retirement!
I am not constrained and are self directed in what I want to do. “If” I want to socialize or not I choose who with,where,and when etc
Its a Win Win!

@stanleybmanly with a frog end loader yup.

Waitress. I have no patience for people whining about their food touching or their green bean juice ran into their mashed potatoes. (Sounds like someone I know).
Have you ever seen the commercial where a guy complains that there is mayo on his sandwich and she wipes it off on the table? I would probably do that if I had been having a bad day.

@lucillelucillelucille Probably not. Old people just try and pinch my cheeks. :P

Healthcare field in any capacity.

I could not tailor make you a coat.

Busboy or waiter. My superpower is spilling stuff.

Anything involving heavy loads or intense physical activity, and anything requiring me to lie to people, like doorknocking, telemarketing, or priesthood.

Anything involving old people or children, except maybe grave-digger.

Professional basketball player. I am short and clumsy.

@chyna -Ha! Ha! Ha! :)

@Caravanfan -I too, possess that power

Sorry all meant to say FRONT END LOADER, I have no idea why it corrected and said frog end.

@SQUEEKY2 I read your “frog end Loader’ and said to myself, “I guess there’s just some things I don’t know about.”

It’s a machine you’d recognize if you saw it. Tractor or bulldozer with the big wide scoop. So I guess our squeek must operate the thing as part of his gig. I was worried that he might be doing the backbreaking work one associates with truckloading.

@stanleybmanly I do know what what a front end loader is; just didn’t know what a frog end loader was!

Which end of a frog does one load, I wonder?

I didn’t even notice the frog. I read it as front. Maybe a typo or auto correct snafu.

Like @JLeslie, anything with early mornings. Even if I go to bed on time, mornings make me shudder. I’m dreading life with school-age children.

Also, I would be a horrible driving instructor. I can’t keep right and left straight, and I space out when things get monotonous.

There was a frog. It was a noble and memorable frog.

“I’ve thought about quite this a bit, sir, and I’d have to say, considering what’s waiting out there for me… I don’t want to sell anything, buy anything, or process anything as a career. I don’t want to sell anything bought or processed, or buy anything sold or processed, or… process anything sold, bought, or processed, or repair anything sold, bought, or processed, you know? As a career, I don’t want to do that. So, uh, my father’s in the army, he wants me to join, but I… can’t work for that corporation.”

Oh, foggit frog loader.

I couldn’t do repetitious factory work. I did a stint of that when teaching fell off for a period of time in the 90s, and I spent every second thanking God I had a college degree and this wasn’t my only future. They said I did “good work,” and that made me happy, but it was the same thing, over and over, for 8 hours. Fortunately I was very strong and in shape at the time.

Nowadays? You name it.
I have in the past been a waitress and did fine. Also did a lot of various physical labor as well as or better than others.
Lumping trucks was something I and a friend would do for fun.

Now, writing. It’s all I’ve got left.if I can’t sell it, I’m stuck with social security permanently.

Bus driver.
The temptation to drive those mother funking peasants off a cliff would likely get me fired.

I love my own children but I can’t even imagine being around kids all day everyday…particularly when they aren’t mine.

I’m also not suited for early morning shifts. I currently work 2–10pm and it’s perfect for me. I have plenty of time before work to relax, drink coffee and enjoy the sun if it’s a sunny day.

I thought I would hate food service but I enjoy it.

I was naturally inclined to one career in particular… But my conscience, under the gentle influence of a young Matt Damon, persuaded me to ”keep the first for another day”.

“Why shouldn’t I work for the NSA?… That’s a tough one! But I’ll take a shot.

Say I’m working at the NSA and somebody puts a code on my desk, something no one else can break. Maybe I take a shot at it and maybe I break it. And I’m real happy with myself, ‘cause I did my job well. But maybe that code was the location of some rebel army in North Africa or the Middle East, and once they have that location, they bomb the village where the rebels are hiding… fifteen hundred people that I never met, never had no problem with get killed.

Now the politicians are saying, ‘Oh, send in the Marines to secure the area’ ‘cause they don’t give a shit. It won’t be their kid over there getting shot, just like it wasn’t them when their number got called, ‘cause they were all pulling a tour in the National Guard. It’ll be some kid from Southie over there taking shrapnel in the ass. He comes back to find that the plant he used to work at got exported to the country he just got back from, and the guy who put the shrapnel in his ass got his old job, ‘cause he’ll work for fifteen cents a day and no bathroom breaks. Meanwhile, he realizes the only reason he was over there in the first place was so that we could install a government that would sell us oil at a good price. And of course the oil companies use the little skirmish over there to scare up domestic oil prices—a cute little ancillary benefit for them, but it ain’t helping my buddy at two-fifty a gallon. They’re taking their sweet time bringing the oil back of course, maybe they even took the liberty of hiring an alcoholic skipper who likes to drink martinis and play slalom with the icebergs. It ain’t too long ’til he hits one, spills the oil, and kills all the sea life in the North Atlantic. So now my buddy’s out of work, he can’t afford to drive, so he’s walking to the job interviews, which sucks ‘cause the shrapnel in his ass is giving him chronic hemorrhoids, and meanwhile he’s starving ‘cause every time he tries to get a bite to eat the only blue plate special they’re serving is North Atlantic scrod with Quaker State.

So what’d I think? I’m holding out for something better. I figure, fuck it, while I’m at it, why not just shoot my buddy, take his job, give it to his sworn enemy, hike up gas prices, bomb a village, club a baby seal, hit the hash pipe and join the National Guard? I could be elected President.”

I don’t have the patience to make a good manager.

With my physical limits, I can’t do physical labor.
I’d suck as a motivational speaker.
I could never be a Priest. During confession, I’d say: “Cool, you did that? Does she like have big ones or just hand size? Does she have a hot sister?”
I could never be a cop. I’d make those from Chicago PD look like pacifists.
I’d make a lousy therapist: “Oh for the love of God! Suck it up buttercup. Come back when you have a real problem.”.
A sex surrogate. Hey, even I have my standards.

@RabidWolf -XD

Well Hello, Dolly.