I used to work in conservation. You got out in a van in the morning, in the beautiful nature, and you cut down brush to stop forest fires or overgrown vines.
I loved that job, even if it was physically demanding. But I ultimately had to leave. Not due to the job, but due to management.
There was constant fighting between the people, doing the actual fucking work, and the managers that were basically sitting in an air cooled room shuffling papers all day. They did not do their jobs, they actually had different bathrooms, because they couldn't handle that he were out in the muck, and they could not take any criticism. I remember, hearing one supervisor driving out to the office because they completely misfiled something and we lost a day, and the person he was talking to breaking down crying. Not to mention that they would keep up stupid ass fucking mandates, like using the electric trimmers. You want know why we still use gas weed whackers? Because the electric ones need an entire backpack to use, las half as long, and if you didn't charge them the night before you went out, whoops! Guess you can't work today.
When you are the one doing the work, and you see in the window someone who basically just sits there all day and gets twice your paycheck, you quickly become disillusioned. I eventually had to leave, because I couldn't handle everything around the work bearing down on me when I just wanted to cut grass and go home.
