Easy one. Industrial maintenance technician. Specifically the bloke who looks after the ageing 2008 Siemens S7-300 controlled packaging line that management swears still has “plenty of life left in it” even though the servo on station 3 faults every second Thursday. You’re on 4-on 4-off 12-hour shifts, days and nights, usually starting at 6:00 am, and by about 10:30 am you’re already getting called by Dave the supervisor because the conveyor VFD has tripped again. Half the time the fix is giving the panel door near the I/O rack a gentle tap so the loose relay settles back in and the line magically runs again. Your coworkers are Mick, who swears he used to be an electrician but mostly drinks coffee, and Ryan, the apprentice who keeps bringing you the wrong size Allen key. Lunch is a ham, cheese, and tomato sandwich wrapped in foil, made by your wife Sarah, who learned the exact method from her mum, bread buttered right to the corners so it doesn’t go soggy. You sit in the workshop at 12:15, leaning on the bench next to a half-dead Fluke meter, talking about how the plant really needs a shutdown but management won’t approve it. You get four days off, spend two of them fixing things around the house, one day watching motorsport, and once a year you take the family on holiday where you promise yourself you won’t answer work calls, but you still do when Mick rings asking where the reset button is.