Two jobs spring to mind that I can imagine myself doing:

When Tai was born she was a month premature with jaundice so was put in an incubator under UV light in a room with fifty or so other newborns. There was a nurse in attendance whose job it was to fix any baby that started to cry. That would be my dream job.

Here in Tel Aviv the garbage is collected twice a week. There is one worker for each garbage truck whose job it is to walk the route during the wee small hours, dragging refuse bins from their little cubby holes and onto the pavement for ease of collection later. I could get into that job too. Walking through the night. Immersing myself in the stench of reality. Utilising physical strength intermittently. What could be better?