Well, I've finally sat my butt down at the library. It's been a long time.

Those of you who read this blog regularly (all three of you; give yourselves a hand) have probably gotten the idea that I don't care much for my job. In fact, that I pretty much hate it. That would be the truth; I hate almost everything about it. In fact, to get this out of the way, let me tell you the two things I like about it: unlimited overtime -- which means that I make some sweet money, especially considering what I actually do for a living -- and convenience to a major bus line. Yep, that's it. Weighing that against my co-workers whose behavior mostly resembles seventh-graders in study hall when the teacher leaves the room, the weird and disturbing racial tension, the lack of ethics on a corporate level, the mind-numbing repetitiveness of the work... it just about equals out. :^) However, as I approach my forties, it's begun to tilt decisively in the direction of hate.

So here's a question for you three who are going to read this at some point. Do you have a job you love? And if so, how did you go about getting it? (Especially if it's a job you love that has unlimited overtime opportunities and is on a major bus line... not that I'm obsessed with that.) Do you have support at home? Tons of ready cash? Or would you put it down to things that I may not be particularly blessed with, such as discipline or desire? Or all of the above?

Any and all answers are welcome, but I would prefer to know what you do, rather than what I don't do, 'cause, see, I'm pretty sure I know that stuff already. Thanks in advance.