I’ll be the first to admit that I like my job. I mean the one that pays me. I have numerous other roles in this life that I work at. But the one I get paid to do, I enjoy.
My number one job is being a father and a husband. I take great pride in that job and will always work hard to be the best I can be in this role.
My second job is being a “Convention Carny” for my wife. Or as she calls me: A Table Tart. I love this job as well because I meet fellow geeks and celebraties all while hanging out in nerd heaven.
The job that pays me to do all of this is working for the railroad. (Insert childish song here…) I enjoy my job and the people I work with. I get to play “train set” with real trains. Don’t get me wrong. The job has its challenges at times. I’ll be the first to admit that I also complain about having to go to work, or that it’s going to be busy, or that it’s the weekend, or just to complain in general. It’s what people do.
Once at work, I have a great time. The job is really cool to talk about with non-railroaders. Even as a railroader talking to other railroaders, we talk about the railroad. It’s in our blood. It paves the way for our future. It supports the activities and vacations for our families.
I enjoy my job.