Once I was a Marine combat engineer. We worked all day. Reveille starts at 06 and taps wasn't until 20, 21, or maybe even 24. There was a singular focus throughout the day: get shit done. That involved no computers, no phones, no digital distractions. Just blowing up stuff, building bridges, or moving boulders by hand. Physically draining work that at the end you try to somehow find a can of un-skunked beer to cheer…
I often lament that if I could make anything close to my current salary in technology by cutting grass, digging holes, spreading mulch and hammering nails as I did for 10 hours a day at minimum wage in the 90s - I'd jump on the opportunity.