Depends honestly. My ideal job would probably be active. I don't like sedentary work. My current job is in a fitting room, and what I do is answer incoming calls and direct them to the correct area of the store, as well as contact management thru a walkie and make pages on the intercom system. I also sort returned clothing and put it away, as well as re-tag clothing and put it away. I actually like this job, which is a bit surprising for me. I really like people though.
I think though my ideal job would be something that allowed me to do something repetitive while keeping active. If not repetitve, at least well outlined tasks.
I did dog bathing and cake decorating and hated both. The cake decorating itself was fun, but they expected too much speed with how detailed the work was. I was also expected to keep up on cake back stock, keep the case stocked twice a day when I was working, wash and rinse and disinfect and dry dishes, and keep track of inventory as well as decorate cakes. Finding time for inventory was nearly impossible.
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