Motherhood and sales are probably not for me. Both require a lot of budgeting, driving, scheduling on the fly, and interacting with people. I dislike all of those things.
- Budgeting. I can do this. But I'm not inventive about it. At all.
- Driving. I can do this. I don't like it. I don't like long trips or very short trips. I get irate running errands just because it takes a while to get all settled in the car, and then 30 seconds later, you're getting out. This is why I'll take the first parking spot available that's half a mile from the store (seriously, especially in good weather), rather than search for a parking spot. There are few things I hate more--one of those things being riding with someone searching for a parking spot. Make it stop! And as for long trips, well, I just don't travel well. Make it stop, too!
- Scheduling. I can do this. It's the rescheduling that gets me. Yes, I know I do it a lot and it probably frustrates you. And yes, I can usually adapt to unexpected schedule changes (or pretend to), but I don't like uncertainty. Sometimes, I don't even like the freedom of a flexible schedule. Right now, I'm in a job with a pretty rigid schedule. And I love it. I leave my home and return to it at the same time every weekday. Of the year and a half I've worked here, I've worked exactly 1.5 days on the weekend. There were also a few overtime incidents, but I was told about them in advance and they never stretched long into the night. Ever.
- Interacting with people. Both of my parents' success in their vocations has (in varying degrees) rested on their ability to cultivate relationships of trust and goodwill with people, sometimes even strangers. Um, no. To have my livelihood depend on my friendliness and interpersonal skills would be like.....I don't really know what to compare it to, but it doesn't matter because anyone who knows me is probably laughing too much to finish the sentence. I also don't really care for talking on the phone, especially in a chatty sort of way (I can't believe I was deemed the perkiest receptionist in the organization's recent history at my last job. Man, I'm good. Not really.), and again, I saw a lot of that and knew it probably wasn't for me. I get anxious and interrupt.