So two years ago today, I hired onto a job that I didn't even know existed. I took it because my fiancé said it paid good and it wasn't viciously boring. I had no idea what I'd what I signed on for...
I had no idea how many Redbulls and Monsters I'd be drinking. I had no idea it would be in the prettiest area of Salt Lake. I had no idea pranks were part of the job description. I had no idea how hard it would be to decide where to go to lunch that eventually brackets got involved. I had no idea how terrified of MSHA and Safety I would become. Or that studying for a test for things I had been doing every day for a year would be so hard. I had no idea what a Grease Monkey was or that I would be drawing birds in the dirt I washed. I had no idea that night shifts weren't nearly as horrible as I had imagined. And even though he quit awhile back, I had no idea how awesome it would be to work for the same company as Landon. When the AC went out, I had never worked in such hot weather. Or when the heaters gave up-such cold weather. And I never, ever had to be pulled out of a snow bank so many times.
I didn't realize that I was going to love it as much as I do.
I have never worked so hard in my life, and that makes me proud of myself.
My co-workers and my boss? they're my best friends. And I realize how big of a deal that is.
How big of a deal all of this is. To love my job like I do.
I may never leave.