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I Love My Job, Does It Love Me Back?
A phrase said 1,000s of times a day, “I love my job” in hundreds of languages people meaning it, believing it or quite possibly being factitious. However the phrase is used, it is curious. Can we love an occupation like we love our sweetheart or canine companion? A job[1] is not a tangible object. It is a word to describe what we do to earn an income and frankly, fill up some of the twenty-four hours in a day. A short tangent, in my youth, especially on weekends, the days seemed to be endless, droning on. Since my parents were working excessive hours on their advanced education, then start up businesses, we did not do a lot of fun things, not say I suffered for it, it was a phase in my young life. Had I job at age eight, I might have found more purpose in the day. Primary school, looking back is an excellent preparation or conditioning to our future years as working adults. What a shock it would be to go from lazing around the house until a career spontaneously causes us to go from amateur hobo to working stiff, hence the value of school beyond learning arithmetic, language, arts and so on.
What is required for us to love what we do for an income? Is it something we feel good about doing over the course of a few decades? When we do love it, can it let us down?
The answer to the last question is absolutely, YES. Years ago, I landed my dream job. A couple…
