I often think about other people’s jobs.
Today I was wondering about people who test poo samples.
I know people who do this as their job. Patients are given a solid small plastic tube, with a little spoon in the lid, with clear instructions as to how to scoop up a sample - yet the number of people who will ignore all of that and send in a whole big fat turd in an old Nescafe jar or, worse, curl one into a sandwich bag and tie it very loosely...
I think about people who do lots of different jobs. How tedious must it be to be a guide, telling the exact same stories, making the exact same jokes six times a day, every day? At least, if your repetitive job is in a factory or packing biscuits into boxes, nobody is expecting you to look excited about it all day!
I agree with the history comments, often wondering how it must actually have been to be that historical person. How Anne Boleyn must have felt when told that she was going to be beheaded for the 'crime' of her husband fancying somebody else instead. It must have been bad enough for those being hanged or beheaded who HAD done serious horrendous crimes to warrant it.
We have a tendency nowadays of looking back at horrific macabre facts of history flippantly, even just as entertainment, simply because they happened a long time ago. It wasn't 'a long time ago' to the victims, though - real people no more or less than we are - it was their 'now'. I do like Horrible Histories, but I find a lot of the 'stupid deaths' sections very uncomfortable to watch.