Monday, December 27, 2004

Work, Work, Work, Hello Boys, Did You Miss Me?

So my vacation gets moved up one week from the week after Christmas to the week before Christmas. And I up and get sick that weekend and spend all of Christmas week in bed eating Total cereal. Gotta keep my strength up, you know.

Anyway, yesterday afternoon I went to Burger King and got a Double-Whopper With Cheese and ketchup. Every time I get over getting sick, I crave a Double-Whopper With Cheese and ketchup. I don't know why, it's just one of those things. But it's when I know I'm all better. Still a little cough, but I can handle that. You can take me of your prayer list, now.

So, Monday and back to work slaving away for the Evil Corporation. It's a living.

Actually, this is the second-most fun job I've ever had. That's not to say it's the most satisfying job, but second-most fun. The most satisfying job was when I was in the Russian Army. No, wait. That wasn't me. I was in the U.S. Army. Didn't spend a lot of time there, but more that one enlistment. Saw some things I never would have seen otherwise. Unless I hit the lottery. I mean, I got to see the Pyramids. Yes, those Pyramids. Got a great pyramid story, actually more than one, to tell. But that's for another time. Sneak peek: I got to go up inside like they do on the Discovery Channel. But, there's a lot more to tell. It was cool. And scary. Oooooooo!!

Anyway, being in the Army was the most satisfying because despite all the hijinks I pulled and trouble I got into, I was part of a team that did a very important job. And, at the end of the day, and at the end of my last enlistment, I knew that what I had done was important. In times of war and in times of peace, the U.S. military (and the Air Force) does the most important job in the world: keeping America safe. Oh, that crack about the Air Force? I had an uncle retire from there. I'm just ragging on them. Meant nothing by it. Or did I?

Anyway, that was the most satisfying job. The most fun was when I was in high school and just out of high school. I worked at a little radio station in my home town. What kinds of music, you ask? Both kinds: Country and Western. No, actually, they played lots more than that. This was the '70s. The little AM/FM radio station played a little of everything. And I was 17-18 years old, being paid to stay up till after midnight playing music I liked. Find a kid that age today and tell him you'll pay him actual money to stay up late playing his favorite music and taking telephone calls from girls and horny older women five nights a week. I think most would take the job.

That job was great. If I did it today, I'd probably hate it. But, at the time, it was the best job in the world, and will always be the best job I ever had. I hope that whatever it is you do (unless it's blowing up airplanes and such) is something you enjoy. When you enjoy it, you don't really look at it like a job or like work. It's more like something fun to do. And you get paid for it. Enjoy what you do. If you don't enjoy what you do, do it well until you find something you do enjoy. It's out there. I think I've found the second-best job in the world. No young girls calling. When I see one now, I think about my daughter. And as for horny older women, there's one in the other room getting ready for work.

Speaking of which, I gotta go to work now, too. Oh, and Headline News later.

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