My job at the print shop is quite possibly the first job I’ve ever had that I didn’t despise. Well, maybe the first paying job – volunteer gigs don’t count. The point is, I don’t get queasy at the idea of going in to work every morning, and I’m not supremely disappointed Sunday evening just before bedtime. Of course, I’d rather not work at all…but for the most part, I like what I do. Here’s why:
My bosses are cool.
My coworkers are cooler.
I get paid a living wage, or at least it would be if it weren’t southern FL, and was still full time.
I get to rely on my own judgement. I’m not required to run every decision past a supervisor.
I get to be creative.
I do different things each day, so if I absolutely hate doing something, I’m probably not stuck doing it day after day.
I get to see a finished product (printing) instead of some imaginary, lofty, or unattainable goal.
I get some pretty good stories to tell from my dealings with the customers. Let’s just say there’s a healthy mixture of eccentricity and cluelessness…
I get asked my opinion, and am considered a valued part of the team, even though I’ve been there less than a year.
No one bats an eye if I get caught in traffic and am 5 or 10 minutes late.
For the most part, it’s a pretty decent gig.