When I was young, I would apply for any job that didn't require math, and quite a few that did. Editor, garment model, newsreader, office manager, I figured out I could learn the required skills in two weeks. (Except math.) Besides, they sounded interesting. Who wouldn't want a job as a fitting model in the garment industry? Or the Napoleon of a large law office, striking fear into the hearts of all the underlings and lunching with rich lawyers? All the jobs sounded interesting to a 20 year old with no paarticular aim in life. Amazingly, I had multiple interviews.
Being a shy person, it was agony for me at first to go through these interviews. But I had so many of them that I became inured to the process, and my attitude was "bring it on!" although people didn't say that in those days. I got quite adept at presenting myself and modestly mentioning my many accomplishments, which mostly consisted of having a BA in English literature at the time.
But at last I have seen an ad for the job of my dreams: wardrobe, makeup and costume construction for a theatrical company. I'd be perfect for the job. As it happens, I can sew. I made all my daughters' dresses when they were little. A short visit to Sephora or Ulta would bring me up to date on makeup. Unfortunately, it's in San Francisco, and the rents there are too high. I'll just have to remain satisfied with unassuming, humble Delaware.