Job-Related Realizations
Yeah, it’s okay. Though, you know, (yawn) predictable. Recently, someone asked me what about my job makes me jump out of bed on a Monday morning, eager to take on the day. Well, first of all, I’m a white-haired, post-middle-age, hack writer of Irish-American descent, not Tony Robbins. So there’s more obscenity-laced grumbling and hangover nursing on Monday morning than “out-of-bed jumping” and “day taking on.” But what makes this job worth its weight in free magazines and car show passes is how it constantly reminds me that I’m pitifully unremarkable as a human being. Case in point: When I asked you people to send in some photos of your winter projects back in April, you responded enthusiastically. A couple of my takeaways from this exercise were: A) You all are working…