I had been working seasonal jobs and enjoying the variety of University life for 6 years, but on November 1, 2007 I had a desk; a green one with PC on it and one side bumped up next to a cubical wall. It was a bitter sweet moment in life. It was sweet to be working for an outdoor company and I was happy to have been offered a good job with some great people, but it was still a desk and this was my first year-round career working for the machine of industry, working for…The Man. Then, as I was getting situated in my new surroundings, my desk gave me a little gift of inspiration and the bitter in the moment was gone. Scotch taped to the inside of my desk drawer was a quote. The quote probably originated on a 70’s era bumper sticker and is one we have all heard before:
“Life’s journey is not to arrive at the grave safely in a well-preserved body, but rather to skid in sideways, totally worn-out, shouting holy sh*t, what a ride!”
It was a little reminder to keep it real. A reminder that the work week may be 40 hours, but the weekend is 48! Working a “real” job was going to be okay, and it has been. "Living the dream" can happen in any circumstance.
People I get to interact with at this job remind me of the tattered little quote taped in my desk. We have a dealer in Colorado and the owner lost his hand while playing in the great outdoors a few months ago. On Nov 9th he posted a picture of himself back on his mountain bike. Another that comes to mind was an email I received from Grandma Dale (not my grandmother), she said;
“I'm a 65 year old grandmother with two artificial knees and a hip replacement who has never been on the river before. My new husband has been a white water canoer for 30+ years. I was afraid I wouldn't be able to get out on the water with him due to all those restrictions. However, look at me!!! This picture was taken on my 4 trip out in my new boat. I haven't had so much fun in years.”