I love my job. It requires a lot of time and passion. Sometimes I complain about working long hours, the people I work with, or the meetings I have to sit through. Then, the second I get home and see Ryan covered in sweat, face red, hands cut up, and so exhausted he can hardly speak…I realize, what in the world am I complaining about? You see, where I work, I am thanked NONSTOP for the hours I put in. My bosses reward me with gift cards, half days off, and lunches out at cool Dallas restaurants. My team understands one another and actually WANTS to hang out after work (today we went to Lee Harvey’s).
Ryan’s job requires a ton of manual labor, outside, seven days a week! They aren’t giving him a special parking spot for being a “star”, his bosses surely aren’t giving him any credit for the company’s recent success, and he still goes to work every morning with a decent attitude.
I guess the point of this post, as I sit here listening to him working on our sprinklers (yes, it’s almost 10pm), is that “working too much” is in the eye of the beholder. What to me seems like a miserable job, to him…it’s a dream not to have to work in a cube, or bring work home. He sees me checking in after hours, and he is thrilled that all he has to do is show up, do the work, and get paid.
His hard work is paying off though…more on that later : ) For now, I am tired, Jack Bauer woke me up last night at 4:30am because there was a bug in his food bowl (I don’t blame him, I’d be upset too)!
Signing off with one of the best quotes I heard today “If everything is important, nothing is.”
