Happiest I’ve ever been at work has been fixing and cleaning things that needed it.

The thing that always stopped it was the inhumane work conditions and lack of respect. If you’re happy to treat me as an equal, and make me a cup of tea when I take a break to stretch my back and knees I’ll do the dirty shitty work for you.

If you want me to work to the point of damaging my body and then raise your voice at me if you see me taking a damn breather then we’re gonna have a problem.

And so you’re asking me, who does the dishes after the revolution?

Well, I do my own dishes now, I’ll do our own dishes then

You know it’s always the ones who don’t who ask that fucking question

-Wingnut dishwashers union - Jesus does the dishes

Yes, there are people who enjoy doing a simple job well. Capitalism is what makes it miserable by making you poor for doing it (despite society needing it)

I’m damn near 40 in a great career and I still miss my old McDonald’s days that paid peanuts. It was a weird mix of monotony, spontaneity and genuine friendships.

I used to work in programming, I hated being so mentally exhausted at the end of the day that I couldn’t do anything more taxing than watching TV or playing a mindless videogame

Give me a simple physical job that I leave at work any day

Mopping floors and peeling potatoes was less tiring than carrying a quota staring at these screens.

The job I have, I would do even if I was rich. Well, that’s only partly true.

I work in aviation in the military, and my job previously consisted of being a flight mechanic doing Search and Rescue, maintaining aircraft, and fixing electronics/avionics on aircraft, and it was awesome, and I’d have done it for free if I could maintain my lifestyle without that paycheck.

The only reason I stopped that stuff and started supervising was because I got too old and broken to continue doing the job I loved, but if you had told me doing this job now (supervising people doing the fun work, occasionally helping them with my arthritis-ridden hands, etc) would be the cost of doing the job I did, I would have accepted it hands down (though in fairness I am looking longingly forward to retirement). And when I do retire, I’ll have to find something else to do for work, because I’ll probably just die of boredom if I don’t.

All that to say, there are plenty of people who don’t work just out of necessity. And like the person in the post, just feeling productive and appreciated does wonders to make it worth more than just the paycheck.

My job involves handling dangerous materials. Given how much some of my coworkers stress me the fuck out by being walking safety hazards, I often and happily volunteer to shift the more dangerous tasks to myself.

I’d be snagging post-revolution hazmat volunteer shifts like a fiend just trying to keep less careful people from getting them…

I have a similar experience but I was driving a cargo van around delivering boxes of office paper. Didn’t even have a cellphone in those days, just a big list of deliveries and a map. I delivered to all kinds of cool places and learned a ton about the city.

I imagine that job is totally fucked up now. Twice as many deliveries on half the time, eye tracking cameras, and the driver is responsible for paying for gas and maintenance. But man, for that one summer in 2001 it was glorious.

I like handling bureaucracy so I can handle that. Currently trying to get a public office job. I’m bringing it up because I’m aware most people don’t.

Many “undesirable” jobs are undesirable because they’re below living wage and/or may be long-term unsustainable physically (or mentally) with the 40(+)h/week standard.

Yeah, I think that’s something worth expanding on - lots of people actually like work. Nobody likes working 40+ hours a week and still not being able to pay the bills.

I really enjoyed the actual work I did at Subway. The only things I didn’t like about it were the rude-ass customers, the fact that I was getting paid shit.50 an hour and the manager was a creep and a prick who was constantly late with checks. Two of those things go away if everyone’s paid enough to live no matter what they do.

I just got a job driving hang gliders up a mountain on a bumpy dirt road all day. Only make 80 bucks a day but I’m happy.

So when people ask ‘who fixes toilets under communism?’ my answer is a resounding ‘me. I will fix the toilets.’

It’s true, it took ages for the plumber to come so you were the one who had to fix it.

Reminds me from my own history: the most satisfying job I ever had was cleaning floors and bathrooms at grocery stores at nights.

It didn’t even pay minimum wage, so it was under the table. If I didn’t have to earn 6 figures just to survive I would for sure be in cleaning: I love tidying up dirty areas and then fussing over them, keeping them spic and span.

If I had a job that was cleaning a circuit of 5 grocery stores in my area, and I could survive on that, I would be so happy.

Whoever’s G.O.A.T. test comes back as “plumber”.