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.
I think any purely manual, highly repetitive job would kill me. Like assembly line work.
I worked as a dishwasher in a small restaurant as a teenager. Those 2 4-hour shifts felt like they lasted DAYS.
Having done a few weeks of highly repetitive work, the worst was when I had to bundle items in groups of 10. I couldn’t think a thought more complex, that repeating song lyrics to myself. When I got a few hours feeding a machine that counted for itself, it was liberating.
I used to be a pharm tech. Filling prescriptions was chill, because it meant you didn’t really have to do too much thinking, just scan the bottles, count, and slap a label on it. It was really frustrating as an AuDHD haver because I would sometimes just start talking to myself in my head or paying attention to literally anything besides how many pills I’d counted. Like I’d need to count out 30 pills and next thing I know I’d just have a huge pile of pills that I’d “counted” by 5s but I’d have zero clue how many were there lol.