My First Day at Work
When one of my daughters complained recently about the drudgery of her first job, I knew exactly how she felt.
When I was young, I couldn’t wait to get out of school. I hated sitting in those stupid desks all day long, trying to avoid the harassment of classmates and teachers. I couldn’t wait to get out into the real world.
At long last, I graduated and landed a job. I reported at 8:30 sharp and was shown to my post — a stupid desk I would have to sit in all day, trying to avoid the harassment of coworkers and bosses. Oh, my God, I can’t do this! I thought. Not for the rest of my life!
The tedium was unbearable, the monotony mind-numbing. If I could just make it through one day, maybe things would get better. I looked up at the clock. It was 8:35.
