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I'm a software developer, but I spent three months chucking boxes in the back of a truck for General Motors one summer. Some days, my brain is fried after six hours at my job, but the physical labor work I could do for 12 hours and walk out feeling almost refreshed.
I sometimes wish I could go through a day of work just... doing. Not wracked with indecision or trying to figure out which tradeoff I won't regret in three weeks. The idea of going into a framed house and wiring up electric all day and then going home — without ever having done it or experiencing the downsides of course— it sounds really nice.
Of course my back and joints couldn't keep up at fifty like they did at twenty-two, and I met a bunch of functional addicts working that job and I wouldn't have wanted to get swept up in that.
That sounds nice because you've never done it. The horrors you encounter in people's homes and the creativity you have to come up with when doing the wiring are real.
So the most fun I ever had at a job was the after I graduated college and worked as chef, the work was so much fun, the waitresses were hot as hell, I was young in great shape and we all got off work at 1030 went out and partied. I had sex with really sexy women. All I did for about a year and a half was work out, work and hang out.
It really was an amazing year, but there was no future in it. I often think back nostalgically to that time.
I hear you man, one of the greatest aspects was I left work at work…