Its currently 4:15am here at a popular copy place which shall remain nameless. I am all by myself, and have been since 10PM, and I have been bombarded with total morons who need the world printed out "NOW". I have just sat down to eat. I haven't even really started the work I need to for tommorrow. Its a frustraiting night. They're all like this and I wonder "Is it worth it to go to a job that I hate, and am berated by half-wits asking why their colors arent perfect. Is it worth it to have your manager to constantly ask you to move to 2nd shift because it 'would really help him out' even though i would lose a dollar an hour? Is it worth stressing over getting 5000 copies of Aunt Martha's Apple Brown Betty recipe in time for the big picnic? Is it worth it to drag myself away from the reds game to put on a stupid uniform with an apron and drive accross town to get to a job that i just dont like?
When I come home from a terrible night, my son who is 19 months runs to the screen door when I open the gate to let my car in the driveway, and in his simplest, sweetest words presses his nose agaist the glass underneath the screen and soflty yelps "Dada!"
Its then when I know. Yeah, its worth it. No matter how hard it is, its worth it knowing I'm providing for my family and being a good husband and father. It will be well worth it when I get a job (hopefully as a Columbus Police Officer) that will allow us to live a more stable living, to remember how it was to live in want and to give to others who are in lean times.
So I hate my job, but I love my life.