Back to Uncle Cal...... the memory of him that has never left me and probably has shaped me into the person I am today, started out innocently enough. Uncle Cal and another adult were discussing their jobs and different aspects that a 10 year old can not understand. After listening to their exchange, I pipe in, "Well, when I grow up I am going to get a job and I am going to love it and make lots of money and be happy." Innocent enough, right? Uncle Cal feels the need to set me straight, and in his low gruff voice informs me that you don't work to like it, or be happy or even make a lot of money. You get a job to work and that's it. I was speechless. I could not believe that this was the reality of how working.... well, worked. I determined in my heart that as soon as I turned 16, I would go out and get my first "real" job and continue on my quest until every possible stone was turned to find my ideal job, and that's exactly what I did.
How about you, still searching or has your dream job been discovered and now being pursued?