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.
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.