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As an adult, after many jobs lost due to problems with social skills, and many experiences of bad timing, I found a job that suited well my qualities, that was bike messenger. It was predictible (despite the unpredictibility of urban traffic), in the sense that I had to go somewhere, pick up a package, and deliver it at another adress. An advantage of the job, was that my slow processing of instructions was masked by my indirect contact with my employer. That is I never saw him face to face, I got my orders by way of a two-way radio (walkie-talkie), and pretended to understand his directions, and I decoded them within 30 seconds after riding a few hundred feet. Somehow my brain decodes things slowly, and once decoded, I knew what to do. If I was face to face, the situation would be much different, where my hesitation would be evident, and I would be perceived as someone who never pays attention.
Courrierring was fun, because, I have a fascination with skyscrapers, elevators and architecture. I even had extra money to indulge in pocket computers, I bought a PSION LZ in 1989, in which I wrote a program to count down the seconds remaining in a weekend. The PSION was very well developed for date and time manipulations.