Jobs I don’t mind:
This is factual record, not poem:
Washing hair, sweeping, dusting, washing humans, trimming skin and nails, narration of events, shrinking concepts to the smallest word container, and vice versa. Painting after thoroughly cleaning the walls. Reading aloud to people. Singing or dancing with people. Sitting in silence with my eyeballs and ears open watching someone to make sure they don’t have a seizure or try to kill theirselves or anything, summarizing speeches, making people laugh at horrific jokes, removing dead skin, cutting hair and trimming facial hair, plucking stray hairs, feeding people based on the other person’s rhythmic attention (not shoving food down their throats). That’s it.