Oh, I think you should be an audiologist.
There will be a lot of business from this generation.
As for riots... no thanks. At the time of the LA Riots in 1992, I was in school at USC (in South Central) and at night, I worked at UPS with two fraternity brothers. We had a job where we took care of downloading DIADs (those tablets you sign) and acting as managers after the day managers left. It was an evening job.
The riots started around when we got to the center and we watched things go downhill on TV. We managed to get all the trucks and drivers back safely and sent them home, fast. Then all the managers got together and we voted to close the facility. This was a Big Deal. UPS does not shut down lightly. This hub handled 300,000+ packages daily. Inventory there was into nine figures. We gathered up the keys to every truck and one manager took them home. Then we shut the hub tight and got out.
Me and my two brothers had to drive from Vernon to our house in South Central. I was driving, and it was the most terrifying drive of my life. There was burning and looting just feet away from us. Gunshots, too. I broke all sorts of traffic laws - the police were nowhere to be seen. We weren't sure if we'd make it. Fortunately, we did.
When we got to the fraternity house, we set up a patrol on the roof. A couple of the guys had guns and we set up shifts carrying them. Probably wouldn't have done much good, but it was all we could do. The rest of us went up there and watched the city burn around us. Not just in the distance, but a few blocks away. We didn't really talk about it, but we knew that we could die.
Riots might sound exciting, but if you've never been through something like this, it's terrifying. I was cold, clammy and shaking. So was everyone else. I'm not ashamed to admit it - I think most would react the same way. It's not unlike combat, and I've known quite a few vets who have seen action.
Even after it was over, we still had the Guard in the neighborhood. The local market had guys with M-16s out front and soldiers were in the neighborhood. I felt bad for them - ordinary folks who had to put on a uniform and pick up a rifle, taken away from their homes and families. We usually gave them cases of Coke, bags of chips, and occasionally brought them in for a meal. Nice guys, but it was something else to have military patrolling around. The curfews were a shock, too.
There's no glamour or sexiness to a loss of civil order. It's awful. If you find yourself in something like this, you won't be joking around or acting macho. It will scare the crap out of you and make you thankful for having a peaceful society. I see the photos of Egypt and it touches a nerve, deep down. I feel awful for the people there. I know what they're going through.