The other morning I blogged about getting behind a grader that was clearing off 4th Avenue. There is just something about those big street cleaning machines that makes me think to myself, “I’d sure like to be behind the wheel of that thing.” It’s a “guy thing,” I’m sure. I’ve never heard my wife or any other lady comment on how they’d love to have a job like that.
Aside from the crazy hours, I’ve got a great job. Where else can you sit around for a few hours playing music and yakking and get paid for it? If you did that at any other job you’d be shown the front door in no time at all.
I remember after high school I had a couple of buddies who worked for the City of Lethbridge. Their job? Driving around overnight watering the city parks. Great, huh? I used to think that job would be so cool. You get to stay up late and drive around watering stuff!
I had another friend who pumped gas. I thought that job was pretty cool as well. If you had to work on a nice hot sunny day, it might as well be outside, right?
All my friends thought my job was the coolest. I still remember when I started at CJOC radio in Lethbridge. It was a hard date to forget…July 1st, 1980. It seemed my friends would drop by nonstop just to see what in the heck went on in a radio station. One of my favorite high school teachers even came by. I still have some of the photos he took that early morning.
Since that summer day 37 years ago, my career has taken a couple of detours, but here I sit at the most listened to radio station in the province. It’ll be 22 years in August.
I haven’t seen the friends I’ve just written about in a long, long time. I think it’s safe to say that they no longer pump gas or water lawns for a living, yet here I am, still slugging away at the same job they saw me do all those years ago.
Does that mean I’m the winner?