Post here if you don't feel that bad about your job.

As my older brother said to me last month:

"You've spent your entire adult life making a decent living doing the only job you ever talked about doing from the time you were 12 years old. Do you realize how great that is?"

 

I've had a hard time seeing the forest through the trees recently but yes, I love my job.

 

Completely content with where I am and what I'm doing. I work with good, smart people who care about what we're building.

Beyond all that, it took me a long time to figure out that if my life outside work were grand, I could ride out the rough spots in the office. I go home every night to a wife and a dog who love me far more than my job ever could.

 

Love my job, if it didn't involve ever stepping in an airport again, I'd be the happiest person ever.

 

I am learning to love my job after some thought. I am at my second job and I took a pay cut to get to where I am now. I set goals for myself and when I reach those goals, I must say I find satisfaction in what I do. I can find even more satisfaction in what I do when I set a goal that was supposed to be reached three years down the road and I am doing it now.

 

In the words of some baseball guy, I consider myself the luckiest man on the face of the earth.

I have been fortunate to cover a Major League Baseball team for most of the last 20 years while working for 15 of those years for one of the best human beings ever to fill a sports editor's office.

I have covered World Series, All-Star Games and the rise and fall of the greatest player of our generation, and I consider myself very fortunate to be part of a special fraternity of writers.

Could I make more money elsewhere? Sure. But nobody will pay me anything near what I get now to wake up at 11 a.m., write about baseball and get a paycheck every week.

Has the job been perfect? Hell no. Would I trade it for any other job? I doubt it.

The only real question I have is why I have been so fortunate to be where I am.

 

I'm content with where I am now but this is the end of the line for me. If the checks start bouncing, I'm out the door.

 

I think there is a lot to be said for this. From my circle of friends in high school -- 20 or so people --three of us are still doing what we always wanted to do: One is a small-time jazz musician who's scraping by, one is in medical school and the third is me.

 

I generally love my job.
Would love it more if it didn't entail as much blogging -- and dealing with blog responses -- as it does.

 

Like the job, or at least the writing and reporting aspects of it, not the desk aspects.

Scared shitless about whether there's any kind of secure future in it.

I think they are separate issues.