I’m getting coffee. On duty. Yes, that happens. Leave me alone.
The young woman behind the counter asks me how my day is going.
“Well, I’m at work, unfortunately.” I fake a sigh.
I say this all the time, half-serious, half-joking. It reflects the ambivalent nature of my feelings toward my work. I love my work, but often it is unbelievably aggravating. I doubt there is a single emergency service person who disagrees.
“If you don’t like what you’re doing, you should do something else!”
She says this with some edge. Perhaps a little too much edge for a person making another person’s coffee.
If only it is that simple, little girl.
I let it slide.
If only in the real world you can just do whatever you want and quit whenever you want.
I’ll check back with her in 10 years.