Originally posted by Fiver
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It's not even that solitary a job.
We've had this "Carman was the equivalent of a lorry driver" description, and people seem to have evolved that into the life of a long distance or trans continental lorry driver where geat lengths of time are spent in isolation on the roads.
These guys either sat atop or walked alongside a box on wheels pulled by horses, through the busy streets of London making numerous deliveries on a daily basis to PEOPLE at the other end. They weren't in a cab - isolated, they were out there in the open with everyone else. There would have been nods and words of greeting as they passed on the roads, shouts of "Girrout the way!" at people crossing in front of them and the ocassional moment of Victorian road rage where a fellow street user would be told exactly what the driver thought of them.
They weren't like modern Amazon style delivery men either, they didn't get rid of the goods as fast as they could, to get back in the van at high speed. They helped unload and had to have their notebooks signed, and when they were done go back to the depot, probably several times a day, report their deliveries, and often would have an assistant with them who watched the car to prevent people stealing from it, when they were inside dealing with the customers.
(All those dripping meat carcasses Cross is supposed to have hauled round the city would have made a lucrative target for a few daring street thugs...)
There are plenty of jobs where you can have a bunch of colleagues yet largely "work alone" (such as those mentioned in the list you showed or anything that involves a production line approach, or where the work is too loud to talk) those jobs where you spend most of the day inside your own head... and jobs where you can have no colleagues yet still come into contact with lots of people, such as a street vendor, or... carman.
What the profile is talking about is the sort of job where muscle memory and repetition or simple monotony allow time to fantasise. That's not happpening driving a horse and delivery cart through the East End of London in 1888.
Unless,of course the Lechmere Did It adherents believe that he was too busy fantasising about future murders in 1876 and that's why he ran over a child in the street... at this point very little would surprise me.
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