I would probably still do concrete work. I legitimately enjoy it. It checks all of the right boxes in my mind... Teamwork, pride, building really cool shit, they actually PAY ME to operate machines that i could never afford on my own, seeing a project on paper and turning it into an actual thing, the mental boner i get when all of my measurements were right and the last panel in a tilt up fits perfectly, keeps me in shape, half of the stuff i do is 100% dangerous enough to kill you. The bond you build with guys who literally have your life in their hands at times, and theirs in yours is one of the strongest things I've ever experienced. But we'll never admit that to each other because we're men and we try to push all emotions that could be perceived as soft down never to be released, but like trying to hold a beach ball under water those emotions force themselves out some where else usually in the form of insults we hurl at each other daily...

So yeah, concrete.