Driving a tractor.
Those were the days: driving in circles or stripes for hours at a time, smoking cigarettes, thinking about whatever I wanted to, having baloney and crackers and an RC for lunch, now and then enjoying a summer rain. Yes, it was usually hot and dusty, but my thoughts were my own.
And best of all, there was no possibility whatsoever that I would have to cope with an aggrieved subordinate weeping in my office.
Of course it only paid $6 a day.
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