Looks like it doesn’t matter that I can deadlift 300 pounds. After a few hours of working on my car, bending and squatting, my lower back is barking like mad all the same. Though I’d be in even worse shape if I hadn’t been exercising the posterior chain at all…
While I do enjoy working on cars, the aftermath is always painful. The skinned knuckles, the bruised fingers, and soiled clothing. All part of the deal, of course. Like callouses on the hands for weightlifters. I can’t fathom being a mechanic for a living. Physical labor is really tough on the body. I’m gladly surprised my father came out of 30 plus years in construction with only some mild nagging joint pain.
These days it’s popular to invoke the trades as an alternative to university. Indeed it is! Having alternative options is a positive. However, the trades are hard to scale. You can only climb into so many HVAC ducts in a given day, or unclog so many toilets. The monetary upside is largely capped. Just about the only multiplier is branching out and being your own boss. Have people under you to climb many more ducts.
Going to college offers a higher ceiling. Knowledge work can continue working even when you’re done inputing. Simply look at the many software engineers making upper-middle class living. Or study to become a white-collar professional. Hours will be long on the outset, but the monetary compensation for careers like lawyers, bankers, and medical is high.
And what that high income allows for is compounding. It’s far easier for a $200,000 dentist to invest in the stock market than a $100,000 plumber. And that bigger initial pie will only grow larger faster. The law of large numbers comes into play.
The word here is leverage. Maximize the size of the output with the set amount of input. A job is a job, and power to those who are doing what they got to do to put a roof over the head and food on the table. However, if there is a choice? I’m thankful I am able to trade knowledge for money, rather than manual labor. The sore hours immediately after working on my car is a good reminder to not take it for granted.
A mop and a bucket.