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Last week through glassy, liquored-up eyes a 40-something female flight attendant from Texas asked me if I liked my job.
I love my job. There are drawbacks of course- it is called a “job” for a reason.
1) I don’t do corporate. Nobody tells me what to wear. I don’t go to HR meetings. There is no sensitivity training. There is no fucking ‘flair’.
2) When I need time for shit that I need to do I get it. -If I’m sick- I’m sick. If I want to go to a concert- I go. No one is keeping track of when I got sick, or how often I wanted to do something fun. And for the record, I’ve never taken a “sick day” in the two years I’ve been there.
3) I can say “fuck” at work. I don’t think anyone understands what kind of value that adds to my life. I think that not being able to say “fuck!” causes cancer.
4) My bosses are awesome. Do you know anyone who has ever said that? I’ll say it again. My bosses are awesome. They are two real, funny, easy-going, and incredibly generous, family dudes. I can talk to either of them about anything. They help me with anything I need.
5) I meet interesting people. I get to have interesting conversations. I’m not barred from talking about any subject.
6) I laugh a lot. I make people laugh. That’s fun.
7) I eat for free at work.
8) When I’m done working I have a drink with my coworkers. Or two. Or more than that.
9) My workplace romance is NBD. I met Nick at work, I told my bosses we were seeing eachother, and they said “Congratulations”. Nobody took me into a conference room and chided me. Nobody said we had to stop. No problem.
10) When I go home at the end of the day with sore feet and cash in my purse I do not have any kind of guilt or nagging concern about what is “really going on”. I work for an independent business that is perfectly legal, legit, and not screwing anyone out of money, work, or freedoms.
11) I have job security. My job is not getting outsourced to India.
12) I love my coworkers. We all work hard. We get through it together. We know we have a good thing.
13) Any of my friends can drop in and see me and hang out for as long as they want…And get drunk.
14) “Clients” can compliment me and I appreciate it. If they get too fresh, I can tell them to knock it the fuck off. Totally acceptable exchange.
15) Whatever my schedule, I pretty much always have time to work out.
15) There’s at least one person reading this who hates me and is looking through this because they have nothing better to do. You’re a fucking loser. Because you read this whole thing, I win. Fuck you, your family, and your friends if you have any.
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