Joyce's father was on his death bed in a hospital when her mother asked him what he wanted to do when he got out of the hospital. His reply was swift; he wanted to go back to work. I can only assume that he loved his job.
I have had jobs that I liked and jobs that I hated, but saying I loved one is perhaps a stretch I cannot make. I stayed 20 years at Litton, but I cannot say I loved the job. I liked it, but there is a long way from like to love.
I get the impression researchers may love their jobs. As I see it, they have funding; they work independently, many studying nature have no real requirements to accomplish. They may be roaming pastures or mountains or scuba diving in beautiful places.
Some people like working at retail stores, but no one seems to love doing that.
I was 16 when I got my first car. The radio quit working and without a radio it was too quiet. I found a small radio shop in the area and took my radio there. As soon as I walked in the door I thought this is what I want to do for my living. I had no knowledge of electronics and had no idea of where I might learn the occupation. Soon after that I took a job at a gas station and brake shop. I liked working there. One afternoon a navy recruiter pulled in for fuel. He asked me if I liked working there. I said that I did. He asked if this was my life's work. I answered I did not know. He then mentioned that I could work in electronics if my aptitude tests were high enough. I was ready right then, but being just 17 my parents had to sign off on my enlisting. Neither of them would do that, so I had to wait for another month until I was 18. I was I thought on my way to having my radio shop. By the time I went through school for electronics, radio was fading fast, so I adjusted my goal to having a TV shop. By the time I was out of the navy, TV's were so good, repair shops were fading fast. I started doing antenna installations and then a big recession hit. I never did get exactly what I wanted, but my navy training did allow me an occupation I used to make a living until Litton closed and it was time for me to retire.
I never got the job I thought I would love, but I do not have a lot of regrets either. I have tried learning programming for computers, but it is beyond me. I think I could work as a tech support guy with some training and practice, but that would involve moving somewhere else and where that might be evades me. So I guess I'll just drink beer, relax and keep writing blog posts.
I was 16 when I got my first car. The radio quit working and without a radio it was too quiet. I found a small radio shop in the area and took my radio there. As soon as I walked in the door I thought this is what I want to do for my living. I had no knowledge of electronics and had no idea of where I might learn the occupation. Soon after that I took a job at a gas station and brake shop. I liked working there. One afternoon a navy recruiter pulled in for fuel. He asked me if I liked working there. I said that I did. He asked if this was my life's work. I answered I did not know. He then mentioned that I could work in electronics if my aptitude tests were high enough. I was ready right then, but being just 17 my parents had to sign off on my enlisting. Neither of them would do that, so I had to wait for another month until I was 18. I was I thought on my way to having my radio shop. By the time I went through school for electronics, radio was fading fast, so I adjusted my goal to having a TV shop. By the time I was out of the navy, TV's were so good, repair shops were fading fast. I started doing antenna installations and then a big recession hit. I never did get exactly what I wanted, but my navy training did allow me an occupation I used to make a living until Litton closed and it was time for me to retire.
I never got the job I thought I would love, but I do not have a lot of regrets either. I have tried learning programming for computers, but it is beyond me. I think I could work as a tech support guy with some training and practice, but that would involve moving somewhere else and where that might be evades me. So I guess I'll just drink beer, relax and keep writing blog posts.
