This morning on my way to work I got sandwiched between a city grader and a tractor. 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. I’ve been here over 22 years now!
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?