I couldn’t be a daycare worker because the energy needed on a consistent basis. I could go in and do it on days I felt I had the energy and probably have LOADS of fun, but not consistently, day in, day out.
I couldn’t work in a job where I had to wipe shit and vomit and icky stuff off old people. I admire people who can do that sort of work, but I didn’t inherit that gene in my family. (I have a sister who is an RN and a sister who works as a scope technician primarily in a colonoscopy department. Grosses me out to think what they have to do every day.)
I couldn’t work as a social worker and listen to kids complain about their parents and vice versa. I am sure I would end up cuffing those people upside the head and tell them to STFU and get their priorities straight. Not very good at suffering fools. As for the real horrible, hard cases of abuse and the like, I would just break down and turn to goo, I think. I would get too sad and too depressed if I heard about and saw that every day and just cry all the time.
And basically, I never became a high school teacher because of this: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=9T8ovblvQM0