I am probably one of the luckiest men alive. At the tender age of 25, I rent my own house, living with a roommate who is, quite honestly, my best friend outside of Nova Scotia; we have just about the cutest dog on earth who is happier than a pig in shit when either of us gets home; I have a job I love to no end, even on the worst of bad days; and I have a lucrative career that is full to the gunnels with fantastic opportunity.
I realize all this because today was probably the busiest day at work since the start of the year, and it donned on me that I had more fun today while working than I have in a very long time.
Thinking on this made me realize... "How many people actually enjoy work more the busier they get?"
Beyond that... "How many people can honestly say that when they wake up in the morning to go to work, they are actually happy to do so?" (Granted, I bitch and moan to no end when I get up, but once I'm out of the shower I'm actually excited to get to Tim Horton's and head to work)
There is nothing better in life than having a job you enjoy. On those days you have to work, you're happy because you're going to work. Then when the weekend comes, you're happy 'cause it's the weekend. How awesome is that?!
When I got to work and signed on duty today, there wasn't much going on. I mean, there was shit to do, but it wasn't any difficult shit, to be honest.
All of a sudden, there are about 8 planes that I'm controlling, most of them wanting to use the same piece of pavement, 3 vehicles moving about, which I have to get to their destinations, and at the same time, keep them out of the way of all these planes. Now, I work with two separate radio frequencies, one for the planes, and one for the vehicles. This means that through most of this organized chaos, as I'm speaking to one or another of these people on one frequency, someone else (usually on the opposite end of the aerodrome, dividing my attention) is talking to me on the other.
While all this was going on, there was a rediculous number of planes in the air, so the Tower controllers were up to their eye-brows in busy as well. Let me tell you, that Tower had a lot of talking going on in the (seemingly infinite) 10 minutes that all this took place.
And of course, in the middle of all this I have to get permission from one of the tower controllers to send one of my vehicles across his runway. And I have to ask him at a time that might actually be accessable, or else the controller will be so busy, he'll simply ignore me for the more important shit going on in the air.
10 minutes can take a very long time when you're thinking that much and that fast!
And, once all was said and done, and I finally had a moment to breath (honestly, at some of these busy periods, I think I forget sometimes), I realized that I had had a blast doing it. All I could think to myself was, "Damn! That was fun!".
And I think when you're actually accomplishing what your job is set out to do, that's how you should feel. I think that's the point of taking a career. A career is something you're probably going to be doing for a LONG time, and if you're not smiling when you walk out the door on the way to your job... you're probably in the wrong one.
Considering how much a person works, having a job that actually makes them happy can only make the rest of their life happy.
Thank you for your patience, there's punch at the back, and there'll be a dance after the seminar. Thanks again, and good night.
*steps down from his soap-box*
I realize all this because today was probably the busiest day at work since the start of the year, and it donned on me that I had more fun today while working than I have in a very long time.
Thinking on this made me realize... "How many people actually enjoy work more the busier they get?"
Beyond that... "How many people can honestly say that when they wake up in the morning to go to work, they are actually happy to do so?" (Granted, I bitch and moan to no end when I get up, but once I'm out of the shower I'm actually excited to get to Tim Horton's and head to work)
There is nothing better in life than having a job you enjoy. On those days you have to work, you're happy because you're going to work. Then when the weekend comes, you're happy 'cause it's the weekend. How awesome is that?!
When I got to work and signed on duty today, there wasn't much going on. I mean, there was shit to do, but it wasn't any difficult shit, to be honest.
All of a sudden, there are about 8 planes that I'm controlling, most of them wanting to use the same piece of pavement, 3 vehicles moving about, which I have to get to their destinations, and at the same time, keep them out of the way of all these planes. Now, I work with two separate radio frequencies, one for the planes, and one for the vehicles. This means that through most of this organized chaos, as I'm speaking to one or another of these people on one frequency, someone else (usually on the opposite end of the aerodrome, dividing my attention) is talking to me on the other.
While all this was going on, there was a rediculous number of planes in the air, so the Tower controllers were up to their eye-brows in busy as well. Let me tell you, that Tower had a lot of talking going on in the (seemingly infinite) 10 minutes that all this took place.
And of course, in the middle of all this I have to get permission from one of the tower controllers to send one of my vehicles across his runway. And I have to ask him at a time that might actually be accessable, or else the controller will be so busy, he'll simply ignore me for the more important shit going on in the air.
10 minutes can take a very long time when you're thinking that much and that fast!
And, once all was said and done, and I finally had a moment to breath (honestly, at some of these busy periods, I think I forget sometimes), I realized that I had had a blast doing it. All I could think to myself was, "Damn! That was fun!".
And I think when you're actually accomplishing what your job is set out to do, that's how you should feel. I think that's the point of taking a career. A career is something you're probably going to be doing for a LONG time, and if you're not smiling when you walk out the door on the way to your job... you're probably in the wrong one.
Considering how much a person works, having a job that actually makes them happy can only make the rest of their life happy.
Thank you for your patience, there's punch at the back, and there'll be a dance after the seminar. Thanks again, and good night.
*steps down from his soap-box*
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despairfactor:
Okay! So I will send you and she directions to get to my hizzle
alicat0162:
I still love reading your stories and/or rants 
I just started my new job last week and I hope to get to a point similar to you once it get used to it. Starting at a new place is always hard though. Hope your Easter was good 
I just started my new job last week and I hope to get to a point similar to you once it get used to it. Starting at a new place is always hard though. Hope your Easter was good