Weirdly, I’m not at work during a week where I’m writing about it. I’m on vacation this week, but Wednesday was my one-year anniversary with the company I work for.
I’ve said it before, but even at its most stressful, I really love my job, weird as it may sound to some people. I’ve gotten strange looks when I tell people I enjoy making textbooks, but I really do. A big part of enjoying it so much, though, is the people. Publishing doesn’t pay well, but it’s an industry that attracts a lot of nice, smart, interesting people. I can have a good conversation with just about anyone in my office. Interestingly enough, a lot of them are bloggers and/or writers—I recently described my office to a friend as being full of “the English majors that are sane.”
There are a lot of things about my life I wish would change (such as the first two words of my blog title), but work isn’t one of them. So many people my age change jobs constantly, and I can certainly see why—it can be hard to find a job that’s a good fit for you, and often something you think you’ll like turns out not to be so great. And for a lot of people, changing your mind about your career path means shelling out money for grad school…and if you change your mind again, shelling out more money for yet another degree.
I feel very lucky for the combination of circumstances that led me here. There was a time when I wasn’t sure if I wanted to continue this career path, but now I think I do. I’m twenty-four and I love what I do for a living, and I can’t tell you what an amazing thing that is.