I'm a Supply Chain Manager in auto parts. I used to love it. I worked for a company that allowed you to work autonomously, and valued the hard work that people put into their projects. People were working hard because they were able to cultivate their ideas and see them through without micromanagement.
In the last 2 years, that has changed completely. It's sad to see the amount of pointless micromanagement that exists on a day-to-day (if not hour-to-hour..no kidding) basis. People have referenced Office Space in this thread, and my work environment has very much taken that mold.
People are falling over each other to get out. Having just had twins I feel like I need to maintain some stability, but I've got my eyes wide-open for other opportunities. I want to make a move, but I want to make sure it's the right move, and I'm afraid to leave behind a familiar well-paying job. Reading through this thread has been therapeutic and has given me some ideas, so thanks!
On a less depressing note, I used to work in golf. In high school I wanted to be a teaching pro. I was mentored by a pro, but slowly learned I didn't have the talent to pass the ability test. I also watched him routinely put in 12+ hour days, 7 days a week. I did learn a lot, and I'm grateful for the experience.
In college I realized the only way I'd be able to golf was if it was free.. so I needed another job at a course. I hesitantly joined a grounds crew. I was offered a job out of college to stay at a time when the job market was poor. I accepted, and stayed on as an Asst Superintendent, and Mechanic (after the previous mechanic was fired under rather humorous circumstances).
I liked a lot of it -- being able to mow for 3-4 hours most mornings just enjoying the hypnotizing buzz of the mower and monotonous challenge of achieving the perfectly straight cut. I was able to bring my dog to work when the day's work would allow it, which I miss more than anything else. So does he, the word "wannagotawork?" will make him literally piss himself with excitement.
I did eventually feel as though I needed to use my degree that I had spent so much time working toward, and besides, the pay at the course was shit. I miss it sometimes, but I try to remember the sweat rolling into my eyes and the lack of pinball machines in my basement.