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.
Construction, plumer, carpentry, any handwork job like these basicly. Exception would be baker, cook, stuff like that.
I am just not geneticly made for heavy labor, which is ironic because my entire family is doing that more or less. I just won the brains genes not the brawns