As a truck driver, I love to rise early, complete my pre-trip inspection and send in my macro 62 (eta) as required. The load planner always gives me the best loads. Who doesn't enjoy delivering at 3am? I mean you get to check in, back into the dock, and wait three hours for what should take 20 minutes to unload your trailer. When that joy is done, I can head back to the receiving office to find out how much those hard-working lumpers were to hire. When I receive the dollar amount, I can head back to my tractor and request a paycode (macro 12) and hopefully await payment. I like it when they ignore me because this is my opportunity for a snack or a nap. I just can't get enough of that gourmet Chef Boyardee canned deliciousness.
The really awesome lumpers charge $200 to $300 and take over four hours to unload a trailer. Those forklifts require years of schooling to learn to operate. And then you have to count how many pallets that were unloaded and even re-wrap product that may have shifted during transit. Their job can become even more complex when they decide to reject damaged products like dented cans of soup or torn bags of dog food. This is a tough job that even an astronaut would find daunting.
The part of the day I live for is the driving. Especially in California. Drivers there are always courteous, friendly, and safe. Never does anyone go from the far left lane, cross in front of my tractor trailer (which only weighs 80,000lbs) and exits on the right. I mean why would anybody want to go to the extreme hassle of merging to the right lane well before your expected turn, get
behind a truck, and then exit to the right when you can show off your driving moxie by cutting off a tractor trailer? B****, please.
If I couldn't have been a trucker, I think a career at the Post Office {Where's my supervisor?

}would be most fulfilling.
Or a newscaster. Who wouldn't enjoy sitting in front of a camera and mindless blurt out whatever appeared on the teleprompter.
I think I need a nap.