What job would you hate/be terrible at?

I'm not good with icky - I would be a terrible nurse, doctor etc. I've thrown up on a baby on one occasion.

I would also be bad at any job that requires a high degree of suspicion. I know that to a large extent, greed and avarice make the world go around, but I have trouble applying that to specific people.

Anything with tools, I have no clue.

I believe I'd have a hard time remembering everything correctly.

I also would have a hard time putting up with extremely rude customers.

Good waitresses and waiters are worth their weight in gold! :)

I like my variety. I would not be a good accountant, I would go insane.

I just don't think I'd like that job.

Rude people would RUE the day they pissed me off. I just would not be able to contain my temper.

I don't think I'd like that too much.

I don't have the temperament to endure adolescent hijinks when I'm trying to teach. I wouldn't last a single day!

I'd have to shoot myself in the head.

Spy movies and shows about narcs and undercover cops make me so uncomfortable. I could never get close to people like that under false pretenses, learn about their lives and their families, get to know them as people and then bust them. People aren't all good or all bad and I could never get to know the intimate details of a person's life, insinuate myself as a friend and then betray them. Never.

I think I lasted 2 weeks as a cook at a fish place. While I enjoyed cooking I absolutely detested cooking the same freaking stuff over and over and over -- and no one wanted the broiled fish (which was quite tasty if I say so myself). Everyone wanted the fish fry special. Uggh! By the end of the day my clothes and hair would be absolutely saturated with grease from the fryolator.

Furthermore I have a rather loud booming voice and the dining room was only on the otherside of some vertical wooden slats and by about the 5th day or so I hated the customers as much, if not more so, than the actual cooking. I don't remember how many times the owner yelled at me for embarassing her because I would make some loud off-color remark about some idiot who would send their plate back for the most trivial of reasons.

"Oh my, the parsley looks a little wilted. Could I get some fresh parsley?"

"Of course, the parsley is wilted you stupid twat! Your dinner is only $5.95, the idiot owner has to cut corners somewhere!"

Worst. Job. Ever!

If I were a haircutter, prep cook, butcher, or anything that involved frequent use of scissors & knives, I'd have missing fingers.

nice to everyone... would never work.

can't think of anything worse...

eom