Between the trainer in the server room, getting to experiment on new stuff that sometimes doesn’t go as planned, the leeway I get to do pretty much anything I want to, when I want to, get to spend money on whatever I want to, unquestioned afternoons off to go ride for 3 hours whenever I want to, a boss that routinely drinks me under the table, and the lack of any manner of “dress code“, I really do enjoy my job.
Sure, the money’s not as good as it would be in private industry, but really, is that why I work? For the money? No, not really.
Then there’s the emails I send to the staff. Some of them are short and sweet, like the one I sent yesterday:
I’m taking the network down at 4:30. Your VoIP phone will not work. Yes, seriously.
See how it shares a cable with your computer?
Yeah, I dig my job.
I always wondered why you worked there …
First off—I’m there for probably the same reason you are. Or at least partly, anyhow. Freedom, man, freedom. Sure, it’s “work”, but if your “work” is fun and nobody really bugs you, it’s a good thing to hold on to.
The people are great, though. That’s the reason I’m there. The dichotomy between personalities is amazing, interesting, and makes for loads of fun, every day.
Secondly, tell your wife to pop that kid out.
Thirdly, if you _really_ want a website then I could……..wait, you don’t need my help with that.