I like vacuuming just because it’s loud and it feels satisfying to make the dirt go away by having it vanish into the vacuum.
Meanwhile there is some poor bastard in an alternate universe suffering through very noisy storms of carpet crap raining down on him.
Felt that way when I worked at a grocer. The carts baning together as I collected them was quite satisfying, except for the one time when some weirdo said I was making too much noise.
Splitting wood, with an axe or a maul. It’s a great way to get out frustration and pile up wood for the fireplace. And I get to be alone; no one pesters a man swinging an axe.
Oh oh, I thought of one! I like to do the shopping. Cuz I get to use my credit card.
You’re forgetting the jacket…
I like measuring for a job in which I get to use my 3 axis laser level. It’s so cool.