Math and the hard sciences. I was at the top of my math and science classes all through high school, got 5’s on all my AP tests, and was even rewarded multiple scholarships based on these talents. However, I ended up getting my degree in the arts (to my scientist parents’ eternal chagrin) and now work in the education/psychology field.
Also, I’m very good at assembling things. The male members of my family seem to think that assembling things is their domain, however, so I let them grumble and scratch their heads over the latest piece of “requires assembly” furniture because I don’t want to impugn their manhood.
My job. I can get callers set up with a claim and get them off the phone in record time, but I despise the repetition.
Any job I’ve had, really. None of them challenge me adequately. I get bored, and my attendance record starts to suffer, invalidating my ability to get promoted. Vicious cycle, etc.
Numeric data entry - I’m barely above average on typing, but with just belting in numbers? Weirdly fast and accurate. It’s the most boring job in the world. Sure I can unhook my brain from betweeen my eyes and fingers, but I’m still stuck at the desk.
And teaching people stuff. Many of my jobs have ended up with me teaching people something; the new computer system, sewing, the accounts, the porcine lymphatic system, whatever. I’m often told I should have been a teacher. I am very clear and encouraging of every scrap people learn because I want it to stop as quickly as possible and that’s the most effective way. I hate it.
Apparently, caring for children. When I was younger and used to babysit neighborhood kids for pocket money, the children would usually decide I was their new best friend, and the parents would always want to hire me back. I hated it. I feel like I can’t communicate with children at all, and that caring for them is excruciatingly boring. I don’t have any kind of nurturing instinct for my fellow humans. When a child gets upset and cries I just get annoyed.