A friend told me he had a job where every morning, he’d wake up and couldn’t wait to go to work. He enjoyed it. To me that sounds like the best thing in the world.
I’ve had jobs I didn’t hate. Like when i was a lifeguard as a kid. I didn’t hate delivering newspapers. I have fond memories of the Navy, but remember being dissatisfied by illogic and bad management.
I don’t like my job. My job is beating my head against the wall. Maybe that can change. I was really busy Friday, and enjoyed it.
I never figured out what I want to be when I grow up, and I still have no clue how to find out.
I”m almost 73 and still don’t know what I want to be when I grow up..what happened to that job you applied for?