Niche. That’s what I tell my daughter. Something you love to do, something you are good at and something that pays how you like to be paid. I liked paid for results and without somebody watching over me 24/7. In the hospitals I did respiratory therapy. For adventure I was a medic. For money it was big Pharma.
Eventually I had the candle lit from too many sides and the immune system broke down at the worst time, while deployed with the US Army.
But I loved what I did. I paid through a divorce and serious unhappiness when I was told I could no longer do what made he happy.
Still I don’t begrudge the USPS when it’s a crap job much of the time. Like first responders or people in home health you hit every type of situation and can get pulled into it if you aren’t careful.
The sorting houses used to be like big high schools with everybody getting in everybody else’s business. I’ve known a few people that worked in the big facilities and loathed their jobs. For some, it’s perfect.
Again my thoughts are niche jobs that don’t become obsolete.
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