I thought that was what the protestant work ethic shit was, a way to tap into the christy crowd-influenced side of various brains and kludge in a hack to artificially jack the rate of people who will start comfortably accepting capitalist ideology straight through the roof.
I have never worked a job that didn't leave me with an urge to start whipping up lynch mobs and hunting down CEO's, though I've enjoyed various aspects of working at several places (slapping pizza dough is remarkably fun and easy to zen out on, while driving a cab was a blast because I was bombing around town in old police interceptor crown vics and they're surprisingly happy cars when you're letting them rasp and snarl and whistle their way around town all the time, and I just remembered what a beautiful work environment it was framing mansions on a golf course, I spent lots of mid spring texas mornings enjoying how everything is crisp and dew-sparkling and clean and green and lush and peaceful until we start hammering and sawing and shit) though I've no doubt made more at various jobs than I will doing what I am now (like literally now, got a handle on a rag over my knee which I use to collect dust as I smooth over champfers and buff out stray file marks) but I love the task, the result, the satisfaction of a customer seeing a package arrive with this fancy little thing I made for them to work and build their own shit with. I love knowing that I'm doing nothing to enrich random stockholder #73 and mr. slick new fuckboy ceo won't be getting shit as a bonus due to my work.
I make things which I enjoy making, and I always try to end up with something I want to keep. I like the idea of other people being able to make things they enjoy, and love the thought that I might be able to help some of them upgrade their kit with something they'll hopefully love using. Strangely I hate the idea of trying to micromanage every last of material, effort, and so forth in an attempt to wring as much cash from each buyer as possible though this is effectively a sin in the eyes of the capitalist clergymen... ~and lo did the dude cometh down from the mount and sayeth he to us these words: "maximize profit or else you fucking wankers" and when they thought they were doing so, it turned out he was skimming off the top so he could finish filling a pool with caviar or some bullshit.
College to learn should be an option, but it shouldn't be the only one if you're wanting to pursue a trade of some sort requiring specialized skills AND knowledge.
Back in the day I would have had the opportunity to start as an apprentice at a shop somewhere and set out until I wound up becoming a saw wright in my 20's instead of late 30's.