I love my job. I enjoy going to work. I often look forward to going to the office. I have twenty or so staff that report to me, all a different mix of characters. Even with this good team, once I am there, they often make it that I am looking forward to going home.
Some make the job more difficult than others. The real bad apples were let go a long time ago.
I could make this into a love story about my wife and rushing home to see her but, this is more about work.
I came back to work after a few days off - after celebrating my nuptials. I returned to find 300 email in my inbox. I had to scour through them, first to catch up, second to deal with any disasters, and third to find out if there was an email - somewhere in there - that told me I was fired.
Well, my job is pretty safe but when a company has layoffs, anyone is at risk. You believe your job is safe but then there is still doubt. You get a compliment or a good review from the boss and still, there may be doubt. Sometimes doing a good job is like peeing in your dark suit. You get a warm feeling but nobody notices.
I tried a start-up internet based chewing gum company. Eventually the bubble burst.
I had a friend who worked for the IRS but quit because he found it taxing.
I worked in a mill for a while but couldn't stand the daily grind.
I had an uncle who worked in ladies lingerie. It didn't go over to well at the construction site.
A job is what you make of it. Loving it is a bonus. Making a living is a requirement. Going home is essential.
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| And remember, your job could be worse |
Steely Dan from their 19778 release Aja, Home At Last
Today is day 18 of the thirty day writing challenge (February edition) as arranged and hosted by Nicky and Mike over at WeWorkForCheese.com. Go check out their site to see what they wrote and see all the other participants.
